Here shines no golden roof, no ivory stair, Girt with attendants, or by heralds styled, The Prince of Peace, who, thankful for his bed, From Jeremy Taylor's Festival bymn for Christmas-Day. BEING A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THREE SHEPHERDS. I. WHERE is this blessed Babe That hath made All the world so full of joy And expectation ; That glorious boy That crowns each nation With a triumphant wreath of blessedness? 2. Where should he be but in the throng, His angel ministers, that sing And take wing Just as may echo to his voice, And rejoice, When wing and tongue and all 3. But he hath other waiters now: An ox and mule, stand and behold, That a stable should enfold Him that can thunder. Chorus. O what a gracious God have we, How good how great! even as our misery. From Jeremy Taylor's Festival ぐ A Hymn for Christmas Day. AWAKE, my soul, and come away : Put on thy best array; Lest if thou longer stay Thou lose some minutes of so blest a day. Go run And bid good-morrow to the sun; Welcome his safe return To Capricorn, And that great morn Wherein a God was born, Whose story none can tell But he whose every word's a miracle. To-day Almightiness grew weak; The Word itself was mute and could not speak. That Jacob's star which made the sun To dazzle if he durst look on, Now mantled o'er in Bethlehem's night, Borrowed a star to show him light. ཡི་ག་ཡིག་ཏུ་ག། ད་དཔོན་རྒྱལ་ཞེན་རིག་ He that begirt each zone, To whom both poles are one, Who grasped the Zodiac in his hand Is now by nature man, By stature but a span ; A King is born without a court; The water thirsts; the fountain's dry; Chorus. Then let our praises emulate and vie Since he's exiled from skies That we might rise, From low estate of men Let's sing him up again! To bear a part In that angelic choir and show His glory high as he was low. Let's sing towards men goodwill and charity, Peace upon earth, glory to God on high! Hallelujah Hallelujah! |