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Christ Incarnate. |
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XXXVI.
The scene around me disappears, And, borne to ancient regions,
While time recalls the flight of years, I see angelic legions
Descending in an orb of light:
Amidst the dark and silent night I hear celestial voices.
Tidings, glad tidings from above
To every age and nation ! Tidings, glad tidings ! God is Love,
To man He sends salvation ! His Son beloved, His only Son, The work of mercy hath begun ;
Give to His Name the glory !
Through David's city I am led ;
Here all around are sleeping ; A Light directs to yon poor shed ;
There lonely watch is keeping: I enter ; ah ! what glories shine ! Is this Immanuel's earthly shrine,
Messiah's infant Temple ?
It is, it is; and I adore
This Stranger meek and lowly, As saints and angels bow before
The throne of God thrice Holy ! Faith through the veil of flesh can see The Face of Thy Divinity,
My Lord, my God, my Saviour !
James Montgomery. |
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