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As Angels sung at Jesus' birth, Sure we have greater cause for mirth, For why, it was for our sake Christ did our human nature take.
Dear Christ, thou didst thyself debase, Thus to descend to human race, And leave thy Father's throne above: Lord, what could move thee to this love?
Man that was made out of the dust, He found a paradise at first; But see the God of Heaven and earth Laid in a manger at his birth.
Surely the manger where he lies Doth figure out his sacrifice, And by his birth all men may see A pattern of humility.
Stupendous Babe! my God and King, Thy praises I will ever sing, In joyful accents raise my voice, And in my praise of God rejoice.
My soul, learn by thy Saviour's birth For to debase thyself on earth, That I may be exalted high, To live with him eternally. |
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