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A Meditation for Christmas Day · Ririro.com - Poetry

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Speaker 1: A meditation for Christmas Day. Consider, O, my soul, what
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Speaker 1: morn is this? Whereon the eternal Lord of all things
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Speaker 1: made for us poor mortals and our endless bliss, came
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Speaker 1: down from heaven and in a manger laid the first
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Speaker 1: rich offerings of our ransom paid. Consider, O, my soul,
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Speaker 1: what morn is this? Consider what a state of fearful
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Speaker 1: woe had then been ours? Had he refused this birth
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Speaker 1: from sin to sin, tossed vainly to and fro Hell's playthings,
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Speaker 1: Or a doomed and helpless earth, had he from us
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Speaker 1: withheld his priceless worth. Consider man's estate of fearful woe.
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Speaker 1: Consider to what joys he bids thee rise, who comes
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Speaker 1: himself Life's bitter cup to drain Ah, Look on this
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Speaker 1: sweet child, whose innocent eyes ere all be done, shall
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Speaker 1: close in mortal pain, that thou, at last Love's kingdom
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Speaker 1: mayst attain. Consider to what joys he bids thee rise?
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Speaker 1: Consider all this wonder, O my soul, And in Thine
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Speaker 1: inmost shrine, make music, sweet yea. Let the world from
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Speaker 1: furthest pole to pole join in thy praises this dread
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Speaker 1: birth to greet kneeling to kiss Thy saviour's infant feet.
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Speaker 1: Consider all this wonder, O, my soul,