The Nativity of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ

Hymn 32

The Nativity of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ

Where is this stupendous stranger,
   Swains of Solyma, advise,
Lead me to my Master’s manger,
   Show me where my Savior lies.

   Far beyond the seraph’s thought,
Art Thou then so mean and lowly
   As unheeded prophets taught?

O the magnitude of meekness!
   Worth from worth immortal sprung;
O the strength of infant weakness,
   If eternal is so young!

If so young and thus eternal,
   Michael tune the shepherd’s reed,
Where the scenes are ever vernal,
   And the loves be love indeed!

See the God blasphem’d and doubted
   In the schools of Greece and Rome;
See the pow’rs of darkness routed,
   Taken at their utmost gloom.

Nature’s decorations glisten
   Far above their usual trim;
Birds on box and laurels listen,
   As so near the cherubs hymn.

Boreas now no longer winters
   On the desolated coast;
Oaks no more are riv’n in splinters
   By the whirlwind and his host.

Spinks and ouzles sing sublimely,
   ‘We too have a Saviour born,’
Whiter blossoms burst untimely
   On the blest Mosaic thorn.

God all-bounteous, all-creative,
   Whom no ills from good dissuade,
Is incarnate, and a native
   Of the very world He made.

-- Christopher Smart

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