A winged harbinger, from bright heav'n flown,
Bespeaks a lodging room
For the mighty King of love,
The spotless structure of a virgin womb,
O'ershadow'd with the wings of the blest dove:
For he was travelling to earth,
But did desire to lay by the way,
That he might shift his clothes, and be
A perfect man, as well as we.
How good a God have we, who, for our sake,
To save us from the burning lake,
Did change the order of creation;
At first He made
Man like himself in His own image;
Now in the more blessed reparation
The heavens bow:
Eternity took the measure of a span,
And said,
"Let us like ourselves make man,
And not from man the woman take,
But from the woman, man."
Allelujah! We adore his name,
Whose goodness hath no store. 
Allelujah!