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
Not Tristan?
ReplyDeleteWell, 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.
ReplyDeleteOur students will copy this this morning! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteWhat is out-viening?
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