This little Babe so few days old,

Is come to rifle Satan's fold;

All hell doth at his presence quake,

Though he himself for cold do shake;

For in this weak, unarmed wise,

The gates of hell he will surprise.

With tears he fights and wins the field,

His naked breast stands for a shield;

His battering shot are babish cries,

His arrows made of weeping eyes,

His martial ensigns cold and need,

And feeble flesh his warrior's steed.

His camp is pitched in a stall,

His bulwark but a broken wall;

The crib his trench, hay stalks his stakes,

Of shepherds he his muster makes;

And thus as sure his foe to wound,

The Angels' trumps alarum sound.

My soul with Christ join thou in fight,

Stick to the tents that he hath pight;

Within his crib is surest ward,

This little Babe will be thy guard;

If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy,

Then flit not from the heavenly boy.

小小嬰孩數日大，

降臨人世為了與撒旦爭鬥。

祂出生時已震撼整個地獄，

雖然祂因寒冷而顫抖，

因祂以軟弱且未武裝的樣子，

地獄之門也為之驚動。

祂含淚戰鬥且得勝，

赤裸的胸膛是盾牌；

嬰孩的哭聲是戰火，

祂哭泣的眼是弓箭，

寒冷且一無所有是祂戰鬥的旗幟，

祂脆弱的血肉是勇士的戰馬。

畜欄是祂的陣地，

祂的保壘不過是一面破牆。

以小床為壕溝，以草莖為樁柱，

牧羊人是祂的部隊。

儘管如此，祂最後仍然重創敵方，

天使的號聲響徹雲霄。

我的靈魂要與祢共同作戰，

緊隨祂的陣營，

祂的小床是安然所在。

小小聖嬰會是你的守衛，

若你欲歡欣打敗敵人，

就莫離那來自天上的嬰孩。