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When Thou O Lord in flesh wert drest The




When Thou, O Lord, in flesh wert drest,
The world Thou mad'st to free,
The Inn, where weary travellers rest,
Had not a room for Thee.


The Holy Babe in manger rude
Was all His birth-night laid ;
Pondering God's words, in thoughtful mood,
Nigh watched the Mother Maid.


But oh ! that wondrous midnight round
What light, what glories throng,
When man his infant Saviour found,
And heard the angels' song !


Sweet anthem ! caught from hosts on high,
Dwell thou our hearts within ;
Blest bridal of the earth and sky,
Long separate through sin.


Though all unmeet that gladsome hymn
For harps by sin unstrung,
That psalm, by white-robed seraphim
In God's own presence sung,


Yet sometimes, when our spirit tires,
By toil and darkness worn,
Lord ! make us hear seraphic choirs,
And give a glimpse of morn:


If love wax cold, and strife increase,
Chant in our hearts again,
" Glory to God on high, and peace
" On earth, good will to men ! "

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1836
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      MUSIC
      Name: WILTSHIRE
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1795
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