Tree of many-blossoming sprays,
Lamp to light our night of trouble,
Sun to cheer our weary days;

Ladder to the Heavenly Highway,
Whither every Saint ascends,
Be a safeguard still, till my way
In Thy glorious Kingdom ends!

Covert fair of sweet protection,
Chosen for a Monarch's rest,
Hostel for nine months' refection
Of a Noble Infant Guest;

Glorious Heavenly Porch, whereunder,
So the day-star sinks his head,
God's Own Son--O saving wonder!
Jesus was incarnated;

For the fair Babe's sake conceivèd
In Thy womb and brought to birth,
For the Blest Child's sake, receivèd
Now as King of Heaven and Earth;

For His Rood's sake! starker, steeper
Hath no other Cross been set,
For His Tomb's sake! darker, deeper
There hath been no burial yet;

By His Blessed Resurrection,