The Second Hymn; Being A Dialogue Between Three Shepherds - Poem by Jeremy Taylor
Where is this blessed Babe
That hath made
All the world so full of joy
That glorious Boy
That crowns each nation
With a triumphant wreath of blessedness?
Where should He be but in the throng,
His angel-ministers, that sing
And take wing
Just as may echo to His voyce,
When wing and tongue and all
May so procure their happiness?
But He hath other waiters now;
A poor cow,
An ox and mule stand and behold,
That a stable should enfold
Him that can thunder.
O what a gracious God have we!
How good? how great? Even as our misery.
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