Little lord, firstborn o’er all,

all-powerful, all-knowing, small.

By your hands the heavens made,

yet in a vulgar manger laid.

Little lord, firstborn o’er all,

made for joy, the great and small.

Holy Lord, firstborn from death,

granted life with final breath.

Grave is emptied of all power,

triumphant, rose in glory’s hour.

Holy Lord, firstborn from death,

has redeemed my dying breath.

Little Lord, firstborn of Mary,

forty weeks, did you she carry.

Came to us from greatest bliss

unhurried, waded in our midst.

Little Lord, firstborn of Mary,

through you we glad tidings carry.