A CHRISTMAS MEDITATION.
SO poor, so humble, in such solitude,
Amid the lowing of the patient kine,
So barely sheltered in the stable rude
We find Thee, Babe Divine ;
O Jesu! sweetest Jesu!
Amid the lowing of the patient kine,
So barely sheltered in the stable rude
We find Thee, Babe Divine ;
O Jesu! sweetest Jesu!
Here born of Virgin Mother, spotless
Who folds Thee to her rapt, adoring breast,
Thou art content obscurely to be laid
By the proud world unguessed;
O Jesu! sweetest Jesu!
Who folds Thee to her rapt, adoring breast,
Thou art content obscurely to be laid
By the proud world unguessed;
O Jesu! sweetest Jesu!
Though hosts seraphic gird Thy Throne on high
No earthly throngs Thy Holy Birth attend;
No shouts of joy, though praises fill the sky,
Earth's bitter silence rend;
O Jesu! sweetest Jesu!
No earthly throngs Thy Holy Birth attend;
No shouts of joy, though praises fill the sky,
Earth's bitter silence rend;
O Jesu! sweetest Jesu!
As with the darkness of Thy natal night
Thou veilest all the glory of Thy Face;
Thou who art God of God, and Light of Light,
The Fount of joy and grace;
O Jesu! sweetest Jesu!
Thou veilest all the glory of Thy Face;
Thou who art God of God, and Light of Light,
The Fount of joy and grace;
O Jesu! sweetest Jesu!
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