To Him, with God the Father In substance truly one, One with mankind, from all men God to our human nature, In form conjoined, we worship, Thee, Word of God eternal, OME! ye lofty, come! ye lowly,.. Let your songs of gladness ring, In a manger rests the King: Come! ye poor, no pomp of station Shares your want, is weak and poor : Rafters naked, cold, and bare, See! the shepherds, God has told them Come! ye children, blithe and merry, All be prized for His dear sake; High above a star is shining, And the Wise, Men haste from far: Come! glad hearts, and spirits pining: you all has risen the Star. For Let us bring our poor oblations, Thanks, and love, and faith, and praise : Come! ye people, come! ye nations, All in all draw nigh to gaze. Hark! the heaven of heavens is ringing- THE INFANT JESUS. EAR little One! how sweet Thou art, Thine eyes how bright they shine, So bright, they almost seem to speak When Mary's look meets Thine! When Mary bids Thee sleep, Thou sleep'st, Thou wakest when she calls; Thou art content upon her lap, Or in the rugged stalls. Simplest of Babes! with what a grace Thou dost Thy mother's will! Thine infant fashions well betray The Godhead's hidden skill. When Joseph takes Thee in his arms, Thou lookest up into his face So helpless and so meek. Yes! Thou art what Thou seem'st to be, A thing of smiles and tears; Yet Thou art God, and heaven and earth Adore Thee with their fears. Yes! dearest Babe! those tiny hands, Art Thou, weak Babe, my very God? OI must love Thee then, Love Thee, and yearn to spread Thy love Among forgetful men. |