Thursday, January 5

Epiphany Hymn


Incarnational hope hastens hence
on bud, breeze, and blossom
grieving rynds banished in lilac scents.

Hark, the Epiphany Hymn rings haste
from its loveliest biding-place.

A lavish breach of winter's curt hard sword
an ardent repudiation of death's dark pall
the out-viening sun of the Christus Lord.

Hark, the Epiphany hymn rings haste
From its loveliest biding-place

At the refectory of your loving-care
the transfiguration clarion sounds a call
that didactae could ne're convey nor spare.

Hark, the Epiphany hymn rings haste
From its loveliest biding-place

Thus, Gospel comes ensconced in Word and Deed
and the evidence is your shimmering touch:
Christus Victor, shown in a life's sown seed.

Hark, the Epiphany hymn rings haste
From its loveliest biding-place.   –George Grant

4 comments:

Bonnie said...

Not Tristan?

George Grant said...

Well, maybe it was a co-writing project! Actually, this one is being used in a new hymnal and the editors and publishers wanted to clean up the copyrighting process. It was easier to handle this way.

Bonnie said...

Our students will copy this this morning! Thanks!

Bonnie said...

What is out-viening?