As Jonah, issuing from his three days’ tomb, At length was cast, uninjured, on the earth; So, from the virgin’s unpolluted womb Th’incarnate Word, That dwelt there, had His birth: For He, who knew no taint of mortal stain, Willed that His mother spotless should remain. Christ comes, incarnate God, amongst us now, Begotten of the Father ere the day: And He, to Whom the sinless legions bow, Lies cradled, ’midst unconscious beasts on hay: And, by His homely swaddling-bands girt in, Looses the many fetters of our sin. Now the new Child of Adam’s race draws nigh, To us, the faithful, giv’n: This, this is He That shall the Father of eternity, The Angel of the Mighty Counsel, be: This the eternal God, by Whose strong hands The fabric of the world supported stands. |