The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light. Isaiah 9:2
Words: Richard Crashaw, Steps to the Temple 1646 (cento from Crashaw’s Hymn of the Nativity).
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Gloomy night embraced the place
Wherein the noble Infant lay:
The Babe looked up and showed His face;
In spite of darkness, it was day!
It was Thy day, sweet! and did rise
Not from the east, but from Thine eyes.
We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,
Young dawn of our eternal day!
We saw Thine eyes break from the east
And chase the trembling shades away;
We saw Thee, and we blessed the sight;
We saw Thee by Thine own sweet light.
Welcome, all wonders in one sight!
Eternity shut in a span!
Summer in winter, day in night!
Heaven on earth, and God in Man!
Great little One! Whose lowly birth,
Lifts earth to Heav’n, stoops Heav’n to earth.
To Thee, meek Majesty! soft King
Of simple graces and sweet loves;
Each one of us his lamb will bring,
And each his pair of silver doves;
Till burnt in fire of Thy fair eyes,
Ourselves become our sacrifice!