He has not grown so very much,
The little Child of crib and star,
Is Baby yet to meet the touch
Of questing Magi from afar.
He watches though they come not yet
His wondrous gentle gaze and sweet
Beholds the full year's rapid set
And us adoring at His feet.
We know not what the year will bring;
Be thou our guide through days untrod
Its thoughts conceived and witnessing
Its fruits, dear Jesu, done in God.