Oh sight of anguish, view it near What weeping innocence is here, a manger for His bed? The brutes yield refuge to His woe and the worst brute no pity shows, Nor gives Him friendly aid, nor gives Him friendly aid. Say, radiant seraphs throned in light Did love their tower so high of flight For glory sink so low This wonder angels scarce declare; angels the rapture cannot bear Or equal praise bestow, or equal praise bestow Redemption 'tis a boundless theme, Thou boundless mind our hearts inflame With ardour from above Words are but faint, let joys express Vain is mere joy, let actions bless This prodigy of love, this prodigy of love.