OH Saviour, whom this holy morn Gave to our world below; To mortal want and labour born, And more than mortal woe! Incarnate Word! by every grief, By each temptation tried, Who lived to yield our ills relief, And to redeem us died! If gaily clothed and proudly fed, In dangerous wealth we dwell; Remind us of Thy manger bed, And lowly cottage cell! If prest by poverty severe, In envious want we pine, Oh may the Spirit whisper near, How poor a lot was Thine! Through fickle fortune's various scene From sin preserve us free! Like us thou hast a mourner been, May we rejoice with Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S DAWN - BROADWAY by SARA TEASDALE THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER by FRANCIS SCOTT KEY CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: DEDICATION TO R. WENMAN by WILLIAM BASSE EPIPHANIE CAROL by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE PEACE OF COLLEGE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |