Glorious contracted light
(from Christmas by George Herbert, part of 'The Temple'
Extracts from https://www.ccel.org/h/herbert/temple/Christmas.html)

O Thou, whose glorious, yet contracted light,
        Wrapt in nights mantle, stole into a manger;
 To Man of all beasts be not Thou a stranger:

The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be?
                My God, no hymn for Thee?
My soul's a shepherd too; a flock it feeds
                Of thoughts, and words, and deeds.
                
Then we will chide the sunne for letting night
                Take up his place and right:
We sing one common Lord; wherefore He should
                Himself the candle hold.
                
His beams shall cheer my breast, and both so twine,
Till ev'n His beams sing, and my musick shine.