“God with us.” S. Matt. i, 23.

“Rhyfedd, rhyfedd gan angylion”

How the angels must have marvelled
At The Maker of them all
Clad in coarsest garb and cradled
In a common cattle stall.
Him, in Whom they had their being
Ere the universe began,
They adored as Their Creator,
Perfect God and Perfect Man.

Fasting, faint, and sorely tempted
In the lonely wilderness,
He confuted and confounded
Satan with His Holiness.
Full of thankfulness a sinner,
Such as I should ever be,
That My Maker and Redeemer
Deigned to suffer death for me.

At the last loud trumpet’s sounding,
Midst a more terrific blaze
Than was seen on Sinai’s summit
Once to Israel’s amaze,
Grant, O Merciful Creator,
That I may with joy arise
Through the merits of My Saviour’s
All availing Sacrifice.