  ‘Twas the God of Song and Mirth Who descended to the Earth. It was He who veiled His face In the sorrow of the race; He who toiled at Nazareth, Going with us down to death; He who bowed the heavens for men, And arose to light again. ‘Twas the First-born Son of Light Shone upon the human night, Bringing down the Final Truth In His deep, eternal youth. God was reconciled to man When the ages first began; But that man be reconciled God became a little child. In the planet going wrong; So appeared the God of Light, God of Passion still and white; Came to help us lift the weight Of the planetary fate; Came and taught the one relief For the gray primeval grief— Taught that Love, though deified, Could not set the Law aside.
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