COMING DOWN
Though servants in shining magnificent
attire
Didn’t
kneel before Thy feet, and though the grand
Cheers of jubilation did not
sound their joyful lyre
Oh Lord,
for Thee sounded the celestial band
Of angels
with their pious bosoms’ strings
Like
glow-worms sparkling in the shades of night
With soothing
prayers and soundless fanning wings.
Not the royal mansion with gilded marble dome
You chose;
under the open wide free sky
Upon the
dew-decked December grass
A humble
sheep-shed you chose as your home;
Not to
rule us as Lord, but make us sigh
For your
too noble sacrifice for us, on the Cross.
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"Grace is the free, undeserved goodness and favor of God to mankind."
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