Missionary Visitor, The (1912) . Father work us a perpetual peace. II That glorious form, that light unsufferable, And that far beaming blaze of majestyWherewith He wont at Heavens high council-table To sit the midst of Trinal-Unity, He laid aside; and, here with us to be,Forsook the courts of everlasting day,And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay. Ill Say, heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred veinAfford a present to the Infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,To welcome Him to this His new abode,Now while the heaven, by the suns team untrod, Hath took no print of t
Missionary Visitor, The (1912) . Father work us a perpetual peace. II That glorious form, that light unsufferable, And that far beaming blaze of majestyWherewith He wont at Heavens high council-table To sit the midst of Trinal-Unity, He laid aside; and, here with us to be,Forsook the courts of everlasting day,And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay. Ill Say, heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred veinAfford a present to the Infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,To welcome Him to this His new abode,Now while the heaven, by the suns team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright? IV See how far upon the eastern road The star-led wizards haste with odors sweet;O run, prevent them with thy humble ode, And lay it lowly at His blessed feet; Have thou the honor first thy Lord to greet,And join thy voice unto the angel quire,From out His secret altar touchd with hallowd fire, —John Miltons Hymn on the Morning of Christs December1912 The Missionary Visitor 429
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