Song of Christmas
O, Jesus, Word made flesh to dwell among us, How can I thank Thee for Thy Gift? What way Can I in human frailty find to praise Thee best, Who came the price for my dread sins to pay? Thou wert despised, rejected for Thine Own, A man of sorrows from Thy day of birth. And grief, it was Thy closest of companions. Who was there found to love Thee on this earth? My sorrows Thou hast borne, though I, ashamed, turned from Thee. For my transgressions Thou wert wounded sore. My peace, it...