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The Book of Praise.
While Thou didst condescend on earth
To suffer rude disdain, They cast their honours at Thy feet,
And waited on Thy train.
Blest Angels, who adoring wait Around the Saviour's Throne,
Oh ! tell us, for your eyes have seen. The wonders He has done.
Ye saw Him, when the heavens and earth.
A chaos first, He made, And night involved the formless deep
In her tremendous shade.
And when, amidst the darksome void,
He bade the light arise, And kindled up those shining orbs
That now adorn the skies,
Ye saw ;—and in melodious song
Your powerful voices raise, While all the new-born worlds resound
Their great Creator's praise.
And, when on earth He deign'd to dwell,
In mortal flesh array'd, Ye wondering saw the Holy Child
In Bethlehem's stable laid.
W^hile in the lowly crib reposed,
His Mother's tender care, Ye stood around His homely bed,
And watch1 d His slumbers there.