The Wonder Working Master

The won­der work­ing Mas­ter

Once deigned His race to save

When dry land for His peo­ple

He made the Red Sea wave;

Now born for us

all will­ing

Of maid­en pure and sweet

The path to heav’n­ly man­sions

He op­ens to our feet.

The bush un­burned most tru­ly

Portrays the ho­ly womb

Whence sprung the Word in­car­nate

To loose the an­cient doom

And all the bit­ter sor­rows

Of Eva’s curse to stay

The Word

who hi­ther wend­ed

Our sin to do away.

To Him

with God the Fa­ther

In sub­stance tru­ly One

One with man­kind

from all men

Be laud for ev­er done:

God to our hu­man na­ture

To our mor­tal­ity

In form con­joined

we wor­ship

And Him we glo­ri­fy.

Thee

Word of God eter­nal

Who wert be­fore the sun

The star showed to the Ma­gi

A poor and suf­fer­ing One:

Thee

swad­dled in a man­ger

They saw with glad ac­cord

And hailed Thee with re­joic­ing

True man

and yet the Lord.