Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # How Blest With More Than Woman's Bliss 1. How blest with more than woman's bliss was she the espoused Maid, And Virgin Mother when she saw upon her bosom laid Her new-born Babe, and gaz'd on Him with meek adoring eye, with meek adoring eye, with meek adoring eye, Beneath the Holy Spirit's Light, the power of God Most High! 2. Methinks I see thee, Mary, look on Him with fixed gaze, And ponder in thy secret heart the Almighty Father's ways, As to thy thoughts in contrast strong the past and present rise, the past and present rise, the past and present rise. The glory whence thy Infant came, the stable where He lies, 3. Fit birth for Him, Who, when with God and man in favour grown, His Father's glory shall display, -- His Father's and His own; When at His Will the crystal stream to generous wine shall turn, generous wine shall turn, generous wine shall turn, And from His Lips the astonished poor God's glorious Gospel learn: -- 4. When the blind eye unclosed shall see its great Restorer near, And the dumb tongue His Praise proclaim, and the deaf ear shall hear, The leprous taint be cleansed, and death beneath His Feet be trod, beneath His Feet be trod, beneath His Feet be trod, And subject fiends their prey release, and own the Son of God. 5. O Mary, Virgin Mother blest, what rapture shall be thine, Thus in thy Child to see fulfilled each Heaven-appointed sign; Although a sword thy bosom pierce amid the mighty throes, amid the mighty throes, amid the mighty throes, While o'er thy loved, thy worshipped Son, the glooms sepulchral close. 6. Thy heart shall joy to know that He, the Offspring of thy womb, Thy Saviour, Mary, and thy Lord, hath burst the rock-hews tomb, And soared His Heritage to claim high o'er the realms of light, o'er the realms of light, o'er the realms of light, The Bosom of His Father's love the Right Hand of His Might. 7. But hold! thy Infant sleeps, and there, beside the Holy Child, Take thou thy slumber, Maiden meek, blest Mother undefiled: Sleep thou, while Angels wake around, and conscious Whom they tend conscious Whom they tend, conscious Whom they tend With folded wings and shaded eyes in sign of worship bent! Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #