I remember that night, when the stormcloud that concealed
The promising stars was rent: was torn by thundering fire;
Was split by angels singing, by the jubilant heavenly choir.
Dancing heaven on earth, proclaiming God revealed.
We raised our faces from the earth, and left the rain-soaked field,
And danced, lamb happy to Bethlehem, to seek the reeking byre,
I brought a lamb from the sacrifice, redeemed from purpose higher,
To play, soft, by the baby's feet as by the manger throne I kneeled
And I read that day of Abraham, when his promise stood unsealed;
Lost in the blade of a cold steel knife, lost in consuming fire;
When his raining tears of grief hid the stars that he would sire;
And how he worshipped with heartfelt praise at that sacrifice repealed.

This God, he sent a spotless lamb to save the son of Abraham
What promising stars does He foresee to send His son to save my lamb?

Yrmenlaf.