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O Christmas night!
Day’s light transcending,
Who no beginning had or end
Till He a man became, was God.
Then He Who ne’er
before was human
Was born in Bethlehem of woman,
When nips the frost the verdant sod.
This richest Babe
comes poor in being,
More pearled within
than to the seeing
With diadem and royal power;
He takes no heed of greater places,
But that small spot alone embraces,
Where light illumes
the midnight hour.
This Prince, do they
desire to find Him?
They’re worn out
swaddling clothes
that bind Him.
A manger, spread with hay’s His bed.
His throne is higher than the highest,
Yet He among the cattle lieth;
What Him to such a lot has led?
Now seeks He God
with chaste affection
Who takes before such crib direction,
Are better than this Bethlehem,
Which Christ no resting place
shall give;
For they, the after life, shall live
With Him, in Jerusalem.
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1637,1865
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Bible Refs:
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Phil 2:7;
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Name:
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KERSNACHT
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Meter:
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1902
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