THERE is this blessed Babe That hath made All the world so full of joy And expectation; That glorious Boy That crowns each nation With a triumphant wreath of blessedness? Where should He be but in the throng, And among His angel ministers that sing And take wing Just as may echo to His voice, And rejoice 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, And wonder That a stable should enfold Him that can thunder. @3Chorus.@1 O what a gracious God have we, How good! how great! even as our misery. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |