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Post by WaterWizard on Dec 24, 2012 23:06:16 GMT -8
Lord, what is man? by William Fuller (1608–1675)
Lord, what is man, lost man, That Thou shouldst be so mindful of him? That the Son of God forsook his glory, his abode, To become a poor, tormented man! The Deity was shrunk into a span, And that for me, O wound'rous love, for me. Reveal, ye glorious spirits, when ye knew The way the Son of God took to renew lost man, Your vacant places to supply; Blest spirits tell, Which did excel, Which was more prevalent, Your joy or your astonishment, That man should be assum'd into the Deity, That for a worm a God should die.
Oh! for a quill, drawn from your wing To write the praises of th'Eternal Love; Oh! for a voice like yours to sing That anthem here, which once you sung above.
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Post by Agent Syrup on Dec 25, 2012 9:13:33 GMT -8
Never heard this poem before. Who is William Fuller?
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Post by WaterWizard on Dec 25, 2012 13:09:55 GMT -8
Just a 17th century bishop. This poem was made famous by Henry Purcell when he set it to music.
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