Wednesday, December 19

Weeping in Ramah, in Newtown; Yet, Joy to the World

Unto us is born a Son,
King of choirs supernal:
See on earth His life begun,
Of lords the Lord eternal,
Of lords the Lord eternal.

Christ, from heav'n descending low,
Comes on earth a stranger;
Ox and ass their Owner know
Now cradled in a manger,
Now cradled in a manger.

This did Herod sore affray,
And did him bewilder,
So he gave the word to slay,
And slew the little childer,
And slew the little childer.

Of his love and mercy mild
Hear the Christmas story:
O that Mary's gentle Child
Might lead us up to glory,
Might lead us up to glory!

Oh and Aye and Aye and Oh,
Cantemus in choro,
Voice and organ, sing we so,
Benedicamus Domino,
Benedicamus Domino.


Bonnie said...

The poem moved me.
Is it by Tristan Gylberd?

gileskirk said...

No, this is a very old English Carol.

Lisa said...

Weeping and joy...yes indeed -- "The Lord is come!". Thanks for sharing this, Dr. G. Christmas blessings to you and yours!