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Her rapture swelling into tears, the trembling Mother bent
Above her Child, her Holy One, in awe and wonderment.

And if a cloud of radiance filled the consecrated place,
That cloud was darkness in her eyes, long-dwelling on His face;
Her tranced vision scarce withdrawn when the glad shepherds came,
Beheld the Babe and glorified the One Eternal Name.

And was the Word, indeed, made flesh? O Ever-lasting Lord!
O Prince of Peace! O Mighty God, forevermore adored!
Who reckoning unreckoned bliss cast all His glory by
When from the prison-house of sin He heard the captive cry!

O Love, that no created love can ever comprehend,
Outreaching life's dark uttermost, bounding the endless end;