In that poor stable how charming Jesus lies, words are not able to fathom his emprise! No palace of a king can show so rare a thing in history or fable As that of which we sing In that poor stable. See here God's power In weakness fortifies This infant hour of Love's epiphanies! Our foe is now despoiled, The wiles of hell are foiled; On earth there grows a flower pure, undefiled, unsoiled - See here God's power! Though far from knowing the babe's divinity, mine eyes are growing to see his majesty; For lo! the new born child upon me sweetly smiled, the gift of faith bestowing; thus I my Lord descry Though far from knowing No more affliction! For God endures our pains; in crucifixion the Son victorious reigns. For us the sufferer brings salvation in his wings; to win our souls affection could he, the King of kings, know our affliction?
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