Found a lovely carol by George MacDonald while playing through the rather mixed bag of offerings in the Salvation Army's "New Christmas Praise" for Brass Bands.

They all were looking for a king
To slay their foes and lift them high;
Thou cam'st a little baby thing
That made a woman cry.

O Son of Man to right my lot
Nought but thy presence can avail;
Yet on the road thy wheels are not,
Nor on the sea thy sail.

My fancied ways - why should'st thou heed?
Thou com'st down thine own secret stair;
Com'st down to answer all my need,
Yea every bygone pray'r.

It is set to a tune called "Childhood" published anonymously in 'A Student's Hymnal' (1923), in the days when it was possible to be a student and serious about hymnody. It seems that it was written by H. Walford Davies according to Cyberhymnal https://nethymnal.org/htm/t/a/tallwere.htm