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From three dark places Christ came forth this day; From first His Father's bosom, where He lay, Concealed till now; then from the typic law, Where we His manhood but by figures saw; And lastly from His mother's womb He came To us, a perfect God and perfect Man. Now in a manger lies the eternal Word: The Word He is, yet can no speech afford; He is the Bread of Life, yet hungry lies; The Living Fountain, yet for drink He cries; He cannot help or clothe Himself at need Who did the lilies clothe and ravens feed; He is the Light of Lights, yet now doth shroud His glory with our nature as a cloud. He came to us a Little One, that we Like little children might in malice be; Little He is, and wrapped in clouts, lest He Might strike us dead if clothed with majesty. Christ had four beds and those not soft nor brave: The Virgin's womb, the manger, cross, and grave. The angels sing this day, and so will I That have more reason to be glad than they.
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