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“And the Word was made flesh.” John 1. 14

J. Hart                                                   11s

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How blest is the season at which we appear!
Bow down, sense and reason, faith only reign here.
’Tis heard by mere nature with coldness and scorn,
That God, our Creator, an infant was born.

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Lost souls to recover, and form them afresh,
Our wonderful Lover took flesh of our flesh;
From sin to release us – that yoke so long worn,
The holy child Jesus of Mary was born.

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Poor sinners dejected, of comfort debarred,
Whose hearts are afflicted because they’re so hard;
Despairing of favour – cold, lifeless, forlorn,
Remember, the Saviour in winter was born.

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And ye that sincerely confide in the Lamb,
(He loves you most dearly) rejoice in his name;
No more the believer from God shall be torn –
To hold him for ever an Infant was born.