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Henry Vaughan - The Incarnation,Henry Vaughan - The Incarnation,
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LORD, when Thou didst Thyself undress,     Laying by Thy robes of glory, To make us more, Thou wouldst be less,     And becam`st a woful story. To put on clouds instead of light,     And clothe the morning-star with dust, Was a translation of such height     As, but in Thee, was ne`er express`d. Brave worms and earth ! that thus could have     A God enclos`d within your cell, Your Maker pent up in a grave,     Life lock`d in death, heav`n in a shell ! Ah, my dear Lord ! what couldst thou spy     In this impure, rebellious clay, That made Thee thus resolve to die     For those that kill Thee every day ? O what strange wonders could Thee move     To slight Thy precious blood, and breath ? Sure it was love, my Lord ! for love     Is only stronger far than death !
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