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Oh, how wondrous is the story!
(Hannah More/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)

Oh, how wondrous is the story!

1. Oh, how wondrous is the story
  of our blessed Redeemer's birth!
See, the mighty Lord of glory
  leaves his heaven to visit earth. PDF - Midi

2. Hear with transport, every creature, –
  hear the gospel's joyful sound:
Christ appears in human nature, –
  in our sinful world is found.

3. Comes to pardon our transgression,
  like a cloud our sins to blot;
comes to his own favoured nation,
  but his own receive him not.

4. If the angels who attended
  to declare the Saviour's birth,
who from heaven with songs descended
  to proclaim good-will on earth, –

5. if, in pity to our blindness,
  they had brought the pardon needed,
still Jehovah's wondrous kindness
  had our warmest hopes exceeded.

6. If some prophet had been sent
  with salvation's joyful news,
who that heard the blessed event
  could their warmest love refuse?

7. But 'twas he to whom in heaven
  hallelujahs never cease;
he, the mighty God, was given
  given to us, – a Prince of peace.

8. None but he who did create us
  could redeem from sin and hell;
none but he could reinstate us
  in the rank from which we fell.

9. Had he come, the glorious Stranger,
  decked with all the world calls great;
had he lived in pomp and grandeur,
  crowned with more than royal state, –

10. still our tongues, with praise o'erflowing,
  on such boundless love would dwell;
still our hearts with rapture glowing,
  feel what words could never tell.

11. But what wonder should it raise,
  thus our lowest state to borrow!
Oh, the high mysterious ways,
  God's own Son a child of Sorrow!

12. 'Twas to bring us endless pleasure
  he our suffering nature bore;
'twas to give us heavenly treasure
  he was willing to be poor.

13. Come, ye rich, survey the stable
  where your infant Saviour lies;
from your full, o'erflowing table,
  send the hungry good supplies.

14. Boast not your ennobled stations;
  boast not that you're highly fed;
Jesus – hear it, all ye nations!
  had not where to lay his head.

15. Learn of me, thus cries the Saviour,
  if my kingdom you'd inherit;
sinner, quit your proud behaviour,
  learn my meek and lowly spirit.

16. Come, ye servants, see your station
  freed from all reproach and shame;
he who purchased your salvation
  bore a servant's humble name.

17. Come, ye poor, some comfort gather;
  faint not in the race you run:
hard the lot your gracious Father
  gave his dear, his only Son.

18. Think that, if your humbler stations
  less of worldly good bestow,
you escape those strong temptations
  which from wealth and grandeur flow.

19. See, your Saviour is ascended;
  see, he looks with pity down:
trust him, all will soon be mended;
  bear his cross, you'll share his crown.

Hannah More, in: Schaff, Philip: Christ in Song, 1870, 53-55.

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