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Good King (St.) Wenceslaus went out on the feast of St. Stephen, and the lyrics come from a third saint: St. Joseph the Hymnographer.
Christopher Smart
O Most Mighty!
Far beyond the seraph’s thought,
Art Thou then so mean and lowly
As unheeded prophets taught?
O the magnitude of meekness!
Worth from worth immortal sprung;
O the strength of infant weakness,
if eternal is so young.
God all bounteous, all creative,
Whom no ills from good dissuade,
Is Incarnate and a native
Of the very world He made.