It is a
wondrous story
It is a wondrous
story
and strange if
pondered deep
that God’s realm’s
future glory
must in a manger
sleep,
that heaven’s
light and splendour,
the living word for
sure,
shall homeless
’mongst us wander
as poorest of the
poor!
A nest has e’en
the sparrow
where it can built
a home,
nor needs the
fleeting swallow
for night-time
shelter roam.
The beasts need
know no anguish,
in caves there’s
rest in store,-
Shall then my
Saviour languish
upon some stable’s
straw?
No, come, I will
throw open
my heart, my soul
and mind,
yes, sing, sigh,
prayers have spoken,
Come, Jesus, come
and find!
It is no unknown
chamber,
you bought it with
your blood!
Here will you
sweetly slumber
in love now
swathed for good.
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