The Holy Innocents

The Lord our God is full of might,
And reigns in highest bliss;
All wisdom, power and majesty
For evermore are His.

He needeth not the strength of man
To stand upon His side;
Out of the mouths of sucking babes
His name is glorified.

The race is not unto the swift,
Nor to the strong the prize;
An infant band for Christ hath died,
And enters first the skies.

Thus every station, every age,
The creatures of His will,
His high behests of Providence
In life and death fulfil.

Full many a soul by God held dear
Man's pride hath overpast;
For there are last that shall be first,
And first that shall be last.