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The Incarnation
Time's greatest Mystery, the Word made man,That took our nature, suffered on the tree;
Existing ere the world of sense began,
That was before all time, O God, with Thee!
To that mysterious moment would we soar,
When by the Word the heavens and earth were made;
And with a reverent, childlike faith adore
The glorious power in all thy works displayed.
But deeper reverence would our spirits feel
For Him, who in our human nature came,
The glory of the Father to reveal;
A glory that outshines the sun's bright flame,
Which shines into our hearts, where all was night,
With splendors that make dim the morning's light.
Poem No. 719; c. 8 August 1874
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