A wonderful poem that is also a hymn:
Where is this stupendous Stranger?
Prophets, shepherds, kings, advise!
Lead me to my Master's manger,
Show me where my Savior lies.
O most Mighty, o most Holy,
Far beyond the seraph's thought,
Are you then so mean and lowly
As unheeded prophets thought?
Oh, the magnitude of meekness!
Worth from worth immortal sprung!
Oh, the strength of infant weakness,
If eternal is so young!
God all bounteous, all creative,
Whom our sins could not dissuade,
You have come to be a native
Of the very world you made.
(Full poem here.)
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