1 Incarnate Word, who, wont to dwell
In lowly shape and cottage cell,
Didst not refuse a guest to be
At Cana’s poor festivity.
2 Oh, when our soul from care is free,
Then, Savior, may we think on Thee,
And, seated at the festal board,
In fancy’s eye behold the Lord.
3 Then may we seem, in fancy’s ear.
Thy manna-dropping tongue to hear,
And think—e’en now, Thy searching gaze
Each secret of our soul surveys!
4 So may such joy, chastised and pure,
Beyond the bounds of earth endure;
Nor pleasure in the wounded mind
Shall leave a rankling sting behind!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12066
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|The Cyber Hymnal #12066||Incarnate Word, Who, Wont To Dwell||Incarnate Word, who, wont to dwell||LEIPZIG||Reginald Heber, 1783-1826||LM||Published posthumously in <cite>Hymns Written and Adapted to the Weekly Church Service of the Year</cite> (London: J. Murray, 1827)|