When God Is Born, No Power Prevails When God is born, no power prevails,  Our Lord in nakedness enwound.  All fire congeals, all luster pales,  Contained is He that knows no bound.  Despised, in glory comes untold,  A mortal king for aye to reign.  The Word of God in flesh behold,  Now born to share our life mundane.    What have ye Heavens o’er the earth,  That God forsook His sweet delight,  And wished to take a human birth,  To share our every toil and plight?  And He did suffer unconsoled,  And we were guilty of His pain. [...]