“JESUS”

With Godhead glory veiled in human flesh

We see Him in this world of sin and death,

Man among men, born of a virgin, found,

In infant weakness, drawing sustenance

Out of His mother’s breasts, yet all the hope

Of that meek lowly heart centred in God.

And here my soul would pause in wonderment

And holy contemplation, while the great,

In haughty pride, go heedless on their ways,

Nor stay to give a look within that stall,

Where, laid among the oxen, I behold

The lowly Babe, the poorest of earth’s poor,

Whose name was erst by angel lips pronounced—

“Jesus.” It is Jehovah come in grace

To rescue His poor people from their sins.

To that dear heavenly Stranger would I press

Nearer and closer, that mine eyes might dwell

In admiration great upon that scene

Of the Redeemer’s birth, Incarnate God!

The One through whom all creatures and all worlds

Being received, and now for the first time

Beheld by angels, who from radiant spheres

Hasting to contemplate with wonderment

The One who gave them being now revealed,

Awoke the midnight echoes with their song,

And flooded Bethlehem’s plains with heavenly light.