Friday, December 24, 2010

A Poem for Christmas Eve

Where is this stupendous stranger
Prophets, shepherds, kings, advise:
Lead me to my master's manger,
Show me where my Saviour lies.

O most mighty, O most holy,
Far beyond the seraph's thought!
Art thou then so mean and lowly
As unheeded angels taught?

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

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

Christopher Smart (1722-1771)

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