Poems (Hale)/The Son of God

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THE SON OF GOD.
  Not within palace-halls   The holy Infant lay;And yet upon those lowlier walls.   Beamed a celestial ray;For there God's well-beloved ChildReposed, the holy, undefiled!
  Not on a downy bed.   Did the Redeemer lie;He had not where to lay his head   Beneath that Eastern sky;And yet earth's desert wastes he trod,One with his Father and his God;—
  One in that holy love   Which his whole nature filled:His was the meekness of the dove;   Yet from his lips distilledWisdom which earth can never reach,—Wisdom which Heaven alone can teach.
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  Sin had no power to dim   The radiance of his brow:Earth with its glories tempted him,   His soul they could not bow;But the unsounded depths of truthFed the glad fountains of his youth.
  Within his soul he bore   God's undisputed sign;His seal upon his brow he wore,   Mysterious, yet divine.Angels of spotless purityLeft their bright homes his guard to be.
  The blind received their sight   At his commanding word:Guided by truth's celestial light,   The soul's far depths he stirred.The earth gave back its icy dead;Disease his mandate heard, and fled.
  Saviour! be thou my guide,   My refuge and my rest!Cast down the pillars of my pride,   And in my humbled breastErect the temple of thy grace;And on its shrine thy signet trace.
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