Come Knit Hands, And Beat The Ground

A Limbo Large And Broad, Since Call'd The Paradise Of Fools To Few Unknown.

He Left It In Thy Power, Ordaind Thy Will By Nature Free, Not Over-rul'd By Fate Inextricable, Or Strict Necessity.

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

Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.

Hail Holy Light, Offspring Of Heav'n Firstborn!