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The lowliest poverty he bears,
That we may be with wealth supplied ; He weeps, and by his precious tears
A guilty world is purified. A simple dress, a mean abode,
A life obscure, his glory hide; Proud man! behold thy lowly God,
And let the sight destroy thy pride. O Thou who camest from the sky
To be the Lamb for sinners slain, Thou wilt not leave thy saints to die,
Nor let such toil be spent in vain.
The Virgin-born we all adore,
(Divine crescebas puer. No. 51.)
In stature grows the heavenly Child
With death before his eyes ;
Prepared for sacrifice.
poor : And He who made the heaven abides
In dwelling-place obscure.
Those mighty hands that stay the sky
No earthly toil refuse,
An humble trade pursues.
At whose behest they fly,
And lays his glory by.
The Son we all adore,
(Christus tenebris obsitam. No. 52.) THROUGH Judah's land the Saviour walks,
The word of life to teach :
To hearken to His speech.
The Son of God proclaim :
The great Messiah's name.
His doctrine they repel :
Their night of sin too well.
But we, O God, thy light desire,
That shines so bright, so fair : Oh! search our hearts, and thou shalt find
No love of darkness there. Oh, ever on thy chosen saints
Such blessings, Lord, bestow!
Thy love for ever glow!
And God the Holy Ghost,
(Quæ Stella sole pulchrior. No. 53.) What star is this, with beams so bright, Which shame the sun's less radiant light? 'Tis sent to announce a new-born King, Glad tidings of our God to bring. 'Tis now fulfilled what God decreed, “From Jacob shall a star proceed:” And lo! the Eastern sages stand, To read in heaven the Lord's command. While outward signs the star displays, An inward light the Lord conveys, And urges them, with force benign, To seek the Giver of the sign.
True love can brook no dull delay,–
To God the Father, God the Son
SUNDAYS AFTER THE EPIPHANY.
(Clamantis ecce vox sonans.
The voice of him who cries aloud
Is heard on Judah's waste :
Around the Baptist haste.
And see, as they assemble thus,
The spotless Lamb draws nigh: The Lamb, who gave himself for us,
To suffer and to die.
John's mind, with heav'nly light supplied,
The Source of light could see : “ I need thy washing, Lord,” he cried ;
“ And comest thou to me?” But e'en though thus self-humbled, still
His word must be obeyed: He must in every point fulfil
The law himself hath made. Herald of Christ, at length thine eyes
The Mightier one have seen: 'Tis thine with water to baptize,
'Tis his with fire to clean. Praise to the Son, through whom alone
Our stains of guilt are lost ; Like praise be to the Father done,
And to the Holy Ghost.
(Emergit undis, et Deo. No. 55.) Now Jesus lifts his prayer on high,
Emerging from the stream:
The Spirit's radiant beam.
It rests on Him alone:
my beloved Son."