Where is this blessed Babe <br />That hath made <br />All the world so full of joy <br />And expectation; <br />That glorious Boy <br />That crowns each nation <br />With a triumphant wreath of blessedness? <br />Where should He be but in the throng, <br />And among <br />His angel-ministers, that sing <br />And take wing <br />Just as may echo to His voyce, <br />And rejoyce <br />When wing and tongue and all <br />May so procure their happiness? <br />But He hath other waiters now; <br />A poor cow, <br />An ox and mule stand and behold, <br />And wonder, <br />That a stable should enfold <br />Him that can thunder. <br /> <br />Chorus. <br />O what a gracious God have we! <br />How good? how great? Even as our misery.<br /><br />Jeremy Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-second-hymn-being-a-dialogue-between-three-shepherds/
