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THE WORD MADE FLESH
Ring, bells, ring, and tell the story afresh
Of the Word Made Flesh:
Tell of Infinitude taking the room of a span—
God Made Man.
Of the Word Made Flesh:
Tell of Infinitude taking the room of a span—
God Made Man.
Tell of a helpless Babe, who in cradle mean will sleep:
Tell of his power on the scaleless height, in the fathomless deep.
Tell of his power on the scaleless height, in the fathomless deep.
Tell of a Child who takes from a mortal breast His food:
Tell of the One who feedeth creation's vastitude.
Tell of the One who feedeth creation's vastitude.
Tell of the baby cries, the baby laughter sweet:
Tell how the heaven of heavens is lying under His feet.
Tell how the heaven of heavens is lying under His feet.
Tell of the low estate, of the little humble shed:
Tell of all wisdom, might and glory in that small bed.
Tell of all wisdom, might and glory in that small bed.
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Tell of His mother's joy, beholding His lovely face:
Tell how creation lives by this her Creator's grace.
Tell how creation lives by this her Creator's grace.
Ring, bells, ring, and tell the story afresh
Of the Word Made Flesh:
Tell of Infinitude taking the room of a span—
God Made Man.
Of the Word Made Flesh:
Tell of Infinitude taking the room of a span—
God Made Man.
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