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Angels lost in adoration,
Seeing Heaven bowed to earth,
Rapt in silent contemplation,
Ponder o'er Thy wondrous Birth,
Yea, they shall for ever ponder,
Lost in thought unspeakable,
O'er the everlasting wonder,—
God hath deigned with man to dwell.
II.
Blessed Jesus! Thou in love
Dost descend from Heaven above,
And art born of Virgin mild,
A holy sinless, perfect Child.
Thou the Son of God most high,
Comest here for us to die;
And, to cleanse Thine own from stain,
Dost not the Virgin's womb disdain.
