God, A Tender Shoot

All praise to Thee, eternal Lord,
Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood;
Choosing a manger for Thy throne,
While worlds on worlds are Thine alone.

Once did the skies before Thee bow;
A virgin's arms contain Thee now,
While angels, who in Thee rejoice,
Now listen for Thine infant voice.
(Martin Luther, All Praise To Thee, Eternal Lord)

"a son will be given to us…I will also hold You by the hand and watch over You…He grew up before Him as a tender shoot" (Isaiah 9:6, 42:6, 53:2)