And We Beheld His Glory Poem by David Mitchell

CREATOR of the worlds and skies,
Come down to us this night,
Almighty God, with our own eyes
We see Thy glorious light.

Unto Thine Own Thou comest, Lord,
Who shall receive Thee not.
Be still: behold the INCARNATE WORD
With manger for a cot.

The Sun of Righteousness doth shine;
The long night fades away;
The wise men knew the star a sign
That leads to Thee today.

Their orient treasures to Thee they render
Myrrh, frankincense, and gold:
What may I give to the tender
Babe that swaddling clothes enfold?

He asks no gift of you, my brother,
But that you follow Him, the Lord;
His sole command: Love one another;
Lay down your shield and sword.

In Godhead-Manhood lived this Child,
Condemn'd to suffer death
As criminal, but now we are reconciled
To Jesus of Nazareth.

(Sunday,25th December,2005.)