Wondrous Story
N. F. S. Grundtvig, Carl Nielsen
It is a wondrous story, and strange of pundity
But God realms future glory, must in a magic sleeve [?]
That Heaven's laden splendor, the living word for sure
Shell homeless, mongst us wonder, as poorest of the poor
A nest has in a sparrow, where it can build a home
Nor indeed the fleeting swallow, for nighttime shoulder on
The peace needs know no anguish, in cave there rest in store
Shell them, my savior, anguish upon some stable stroll
No coma will throw open my heart, and soul, and mind
You sing, I have spoken, come Jesus, come and fight
It is no one known chamber, you brought it with your blight
Here will you sweetly slumber, in love, now's what for good
