1.This little babe so few days old is come
to rifle Satanīs fold.
He helldoth at his presence quake
though he himself for cold do shake.
For in this week unarmed wise,
the gates of hell he will surprise.

2./:With tears he fights and wins the field
his naked breast stands for a shield.
His battering shot are babish cries,
his sorrow books of weeping eyes.
His martial ensigns - cold and need
and feeble flesh - his wariorīs steed. :/

3. My soul with Christ join though in fight
stick to the tens that he had fight.
With in his crib is surest ward,
this little babe will be thy guard.
if thou will foil thy foes with joy then
flit not from this heavenly Boy!