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As a God he could not suffer, He a body true must have;
As a man what he might offer Could not satisfy or save.
Tho' an infant now you view him,
He shall fill his Father's throne, Gather all the Nations to him;
Every knee shall then bow down : Foes shall at his presence tremble,
Great and small, and quick and dead, None can fly, none dare dissemble,
None find where to hide his head.
Friends ! Oh then in chearful voices
They shall shout with glad acclaim, While each rising saint rejoices,
Saints of high or lowest fame. Then what different appearing
We 'mong mortal tribes shall find; Groaning those who now are sneering,
Triumphing the humble mind.
May we now, that day forestalling, Hear the word, and read and pray,
Listen to the Gospel calling, And with humble heart obey. |
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