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How many a spot defiles the robe
That wraps an earthly saint!
O for a soul washed white!
Nor weary day or night!
Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope,
And grace to lead us higher:
Beyond our best desire.
O, by Thy life laid down!
Nor cast away our crown!
C. F. Alexandet
GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
Teach me to live, that I may dread
Teach me to die, that so I may
O let my soul on Thee repose;
If in the night I sleepless lie,
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Bishop Thomas Ken II
THE INCARNATE WORD
THE INCARNATION OF CHRIST
R Thou wert born of woman! Thou didst come, O Holiest, to this world of sin and gloom, Not in Thy dread omnipotent array;
And not by thunders strewed
Was Thy tempestuous road;
But Thee, a soft and naked child,
Thy mother undefiled
In the rude manger laid to rest
From off her virgin breast .
The Heavens were not commanded to prepare
A gorgeous canopy of golden air;
Nor stooped their lamps th' enthroned fires on high:
A single silent star
Came wandering from afar,
The Eastern sages leading on
As at a kingly throne,
To lay their gold and odors sweet
Before Thy infant feet.
The earth and ocean were not hushed to hear
Nor at Thy presence broke the voice of song
From all the cherub choirs
And seraph's burning lyres Poured through the host of Heaven the charmed clouds along.
One angel troop the strain began,
Of all the race of man
By simple shepherds heard alone,
That soft Hosanna tone.
H. H. Milman
THE Holy Son of God most high,
His robes of light he laid aside,
And the frail state of mortal tried,
The Son of God thus man became,
And by their second birth regain
A HYMN ON THE NATIVITY OF MY
I SING the birth was born to-night,
Yet searched, and true they found it.
The Son of God, th' Eternal King,
And freed the soul from danger;
Was now laid in a manger.
The Father's wisdom willed it so,
Both wills were in one stature:
And took on Him our nature.
What comfort by Him do we win,
To make us heirs of glory!
Can man forget this story?