All things were made by Him; and without Him was not any thing made that was made. John 1:3
Words: Jean Mauburn, Rosetum Exercitiorum Spiritualium et Sacrarum Meditationum, 1494 (Eia mea anima, Bethlehem eamus). Translated from Latin to English by George R. Woodward, Songs of Syon, 1904; the text below is from Mauburn’s verses which begin Heu quid jaces stabulo.
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Ah! Lord God, the world’s Creator,
King of all, great or small,
Art Thou cradled, art Thou crying,
Swathed and bound, on the ground,
In the stable lying?
Love of man hath brought Me hither,
Cords of love, from above,
To exalt him thither;
Dead in trespass, child, I sought thee;
Gone astray, from My way,
Life and pardon brought thee.
Empty be My scrip and coffer,
Yet ’tis wealth, plenty, health,
I am come to offer;
Haste I to enrich and dress thee;
Born to die, low I lie,
And would gladly bless thee.
Therefore thousand, thousand praises
Are Thy due, Babe Jesu,
These my heart upraises;
Angels, mortals, furthest, nighest,
Sing in mirth,
Peace on earth,
Glory in the highest.