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Savior of the Nations, Come

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Savior of the nations, come;
Virgin’s Son, here make Thy home!
Marvel now, O heaven and earth,
That the Lord chose such a birth.

Not by human flesh and blood;
By the Spirit of our God
Was the Word of God made flesh,
Woman’s offspring, pure and fresh.

Wondrous birth! O wondrous Child
Of the virgin undefiled!
Though by all the world disowned,
Still to be in heaven enthroned.

From the Father forth He came
And returneth to the same,
Captive leading death and hell
High the song of triumph swell!

Thou, the Father’s only Son,
Hast over sin the victory won.
Boundless shall Thy kingdom be;
When shall we its glories see?

Brightly doth Thy manger shine,
Glorious is its light divine.
Let not sin o’ercloud this light;
Ever be our faith thus bright.

Praise to God the Father sing,
Praise to God the Son, our King,
Praise to God the Spirit be
Ever and eternally.

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Autor
Ambrose of Milan
Título
Savior of the Nations, Come
Lengua
inglés
Época
Medieval
Nota
Traducción de Wiliam M. Reynolds
Sala
La Biblioteca
Identificador
ws-en-savior-of-the-nations-come--ambrose-of-milan-193ce6
Cita recomendada
Ambrose of Milan, «Savior of the Nations, Come», Poetósfera, poetosfera.com/p/ws-en-savior-of-the-nations-come--ambrose-of-milan-193ce6.html

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