The Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us. John 1:14
Words: Anne Steele, Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional 1760, Volume 1, page 85.
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Awake, awake the sacred song,
To our incarnate Lord;
Let every heart and every tongue
Adore th’eternal Word.
That awful Word, that sovereign power,
By whom the worlds were made;
(O happy morn, illustrious hour!)
Was once in flesh arrayed.
Then shone almighty power and love,
In all their glorious forms,
When Jesus left His throne above,
To dwell with sinful worms.
To dwell with misery below,
The Savior left the skies,
And sunk to wretchedness and woe,
That worthless man might rise.
Adoring angels tuned their songs
To hail the joyful day;
With rapture then let mortal tongues
Their grateful worship pay.
What glory, Lord, to Thee is due?
With wonder we adore;
But could we sing as angels do,
Our highest praise were poor.