One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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But none can, none can tell the marvellous story,
The thoughts of Christ, the living Lord of glory;
Since He was God, my God foreknew His reign,
That Light of light would shine in light again.
The thoughts of Christ, the living Lord of glory;
Since He was God, my God foreknew His reign,
That Light of light would shine in light again.
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Since He was man, the warmèd night-air dim,
The garden odours warm were sweet to Him;
And warmèd world, beneath whose bowers withdrawn,
He waited for His mourners till the dawn,
The garden odours warm were sweet to Him;
And warmèd world, beneath whose bowers withdrawn,
He waited for His mourners till the dawn,
And said to them, “All hail!”—O, greeting sweet,
The kneeling women hold Him by the feet.
Heaven's gates fly open. So His words prevail,
That earth for ever answers, “Hail, all hail!”
The kneeling women hold Him by the feet.
Heaven's gates fly open. So His words prevail,
That earth for ever answers, “Hail, all hail!”
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