The world that was not comes to pass
Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.
Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
My love and mercy
Unclose his eyes!
Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.
A child is sleeping:
And old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!