“That the Great Angel-Blinding Light” (Richard Crayshaw c.1640)

That the Great Angel-blinding Light should shrink His blaze to shine in a poor shepherd's eye
That the unmeasure'd God so low should sink as prisoner in a few poor rags to lie
That from His mother's breast He milk should drink Who feeds with nectar heaven's fair family
That a vile manger His low bed should prove Who in a throne of stars thunders above;
Let our overwhelming wonder be.

That He whom the sun serves should fainly peep through clouds of Infant Flesh!
That He, the olde Eternal Word should be a Child, and weep;
That He who made the fire, should fear the cold,
That Heaven's High Majesty His court should keepe in a clay cottage, by each blast control'd;
Let our overwhelming wonder be.
Let our overwhelming wonder be.

That Glorious Self should serve our griefs and fears,
And free eternity submit to years,
Let our overwhelming wonder be.
Let our overwhelming wonder be.
Let our overwhelming wonder be.