Luke_2-11: For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
When The Saviour Dwelt Below
Pity In His Bosom Reigned;
Sympathy He Loved To Show,
Nor The Meanest Suit
Round Him Thronged The Blind.
The Lame, Deaf And Dumb, Diseased, Possessed;
None In Vain For Healing Came,
All The Saviour Freely Blessed.
He Could Make The Leper Whole:
Thousands At A Meal He Fed;
Winds And Waves Could He Control:
By A Word He Raised The Dead.
Listening Sinners Round Him pressed
Whilst he taught the way to bliss
Even Enemies Confessed
“No Man Ever Spake Like This.’
Be Thy Love To Me Revealed,
Be thy grace by me possessed
Touch Me, And I Shall Be Healed;
Bless Me, And I Shall Be Blessed.
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