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Created in His image

Created in His image from the first, And charged with cultivating all He wrought, Soon idle hands begot us banished, cursed, And weary, prone to wander was our lot. Rejecting God, "A golden calf!” we pled; Soon all did what was right in their own eyes. Our king, not God, we chose a man instead; Our name, not His, we lifted upon high. But God, from glory, condescends to take An empty, humble form from which to give. Obedient to death all for our sake, Then raised that we might ever with him live. Rejoice, rejoice, the come Emmanuel! Christ pitched his tent among us, pleased to dwell!

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