Why Most Highest Art Thou Lying

Why, Most Highest, art Thou lying,
In a manger poor and low?
Thou, the fires of heav’n supplying,
Come a stable’s cold to know?

O what works of love stupendous
Were salvation’s price!
Burning wert Thou to befriend us,
Exiles from Paradise.

On a Mother’s breast Thou sleepest,
Mother, yet a Virgin still;
Sad, with eyes bedimmed Thou weepest,
Eyes, which Heaven with gladness fill. [Refrain]

Weak the Strong, of strength the Giver:
Small, Whose arms creation span;
Bound, Who only can deliver;
Born is He Who ne’er began. [Refrain]