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 Angels lost in adoration,

Seeing Heaven bowed to earth,

Rapt in silent contemplation,

Ponder o'er Thy wondrous Birth,

Yea, they shall for ever ponder,

Lost in thought unspeakable,

O'er the everlasting wonder,— hath deigned with man to dwell.

 

Blessed ! Thou in love

Dost descend from Heaven above,

And art born of Virgin mild,

A holy sinless, perfect.

Thou the of  most high,

Comest here for us to die;

And, to cleanse Thine own from stain,

Dost not the Virgin's womb disdain.

