Behold, the great Creator makes
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Behold, the great Creator makes Himself a house of clay, A robe of virgin flesh he takes Which he will wear for aye. Hark! hark! the wise eternal Word Like a weak infant cries; In form of servant is the Lord, And God in cradle lies. This wonder struck the world amazed, It shook the starry frame; Squadrons of spirits stood and gazed, Then down in troops they came. Glad shepherds ran to view this sight; A choir of angels sings, And eastern sages with delight Adore the King of Kings. Join then, all hearts that are not stone, And all our voices prove: To celebrate this Holy One, The God of peace and love. |
Mundi Creator en! facit sibi ex luto domum et carnis tegmen induit purae perpetuum. En! Verbum parvuli modo debiliter sonat, nec dispar Deus famulo in cunis recubat. Portento mundus stupuit, sunt quassa sidera; idque angelorum detulit ad terram agmina. Visum, dum cantant angeli, pastores corruunt, et Regum ad Regem magi sese proiciunt. Vos, quot sentitis, pectora, negate ne sonum, amoris celebrantia et pacis hunc Deum. |