By Robert Kelley
- A major
- Fuging tune
- Time signature
- Joseph Anstice, 1836
When Thou, O Lord, in flesh wert drest
The world Thou mad'st to free,
The Inn, where weary travellers rest,
Had not a room for Thee.
The Holy Babe in manger rude
Was all His birth-night laid;
Pondering God's words, in thoughtful mood,
Nigh watched the Mother Maid.
Sweet anthem! caught from hosts on high,
Dwell thou our hearts within;
Blest bridal of the earth and sky,
Long separate through sin.
Yet sometimes, when our spirit tires,
By toil and darkness worn,
Lord! make us hear seraphic choirs,
And give a glimpse of morn!