41    11s     E. L. Schlict


1 Rejoicing in the Incarnation of Christ. Matt. 2. 10
  My God, my Creator, the heavens did bow,
  To ransom offenders, and stooped very low;
  The body prepared by the Father assumes,
  And on the kind errand most joyfully comes.

2 O wonder of wonders! astonished I gaze,
  To see in the manger the Ancient of Days;
  And angels proclaiming the stranger forlorn,
  And telling the shepherds that Jesus is born.

3 For thousands of sinners the Lord bowed his head;
  For thousands of sinners he groaned and he bled.
  My spirit rejoices – the work it is done!
  My soul is redeemèd – salvation is won!

4 [Dear Jesus, my Saviour, thy truth I embrace –
  Thy name and thy natures, thy Spirit and grace;
  And trace the pure footsteps of Jesus, my Lord,
  And glory in him whom proud sinners abhorred.]

5 My God is returnèd to glory on high;
  When death makes a passage, then to him I’ll fly,
  To join in the song of all praise through his blood,
  To the Three who are One inconceivable God.