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O how wondrous is the story
Author: Hannah More, born 1744, died 1833 Hymnal: Christ in Song #69 (1871) Hymnal Title: Christ in Song
O how wondrous is the story
Oh, How Wondrous Is The Story
Author: Hannah More, 1744-1833 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8605 Meter: 8.7.8.7 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1 Oh, how wondrous is the story
Of our blest Redeemer’s birth!
See, the mighty Lord of glory
Leaves His Heaven to visit earth.
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 favored nation,
But His own receive Him not.
4 If the angels who attended
To declare the Savior’s birth,
Who from Heav’n with song 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 blest event
Could their warmest love refuse?
7 But ’twas He to whom in Heaven
Hallelujahs never cease;
He, the mighty God, was given—
Giv’n 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.
8 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!
O 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 heav’nly treasure
He was willing to be poor.
13 Come, ye rich, survey the stable
Where your infant Savior 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 Savior,
If My kingdom you’d inherit;
Sinner, quit your proud behavior,
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 Savior is ascended:
See, He looks with pity down!
Trust Him, all will soon be mended;
Bear His cross, you’ll share His crown. Languages: English Tune Title: RATHBUN
Oh, How Wondrous Is The Story
O how wondrous is the story
Author: Henry Moore Hymnal: The Eureka Echoes #d51 (1903) Hymnal Title: The Eureka Echoes
O how wondrous is the story
