Believe And Be Confirmed.

My Sentence Is For Open War.

My Heart Contains Of Good, Wise, Just, The Perfect Shape.

It Was The Winter Wild, While The Heaven-born Child, All Meanly Wrapt In The Rude Manger Lies.

Say, Heavenly Pow'rs, Where Shall We Find Such Love? Which Of Ye Will Be Mortal To Redeem Man's Mortal Crime, And Just Th' Unjust To Save.

And, Re-assembling Our Afflicted Powers, Consult How We May Henceforth Most Offend.