Wednesday, December 17, 2014

CAROL : what child is this? (II)

And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me? 
wist ye not that I must be about my Father’s business? 


The unadorned singing and the simplicity of accompaniment make this carol wing straight into my soul.

What Child is this who, laid to rest,
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come, peasant, king, to own Him.
The King of kings salvation brings.
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy! joy for Christ is born!
The Babe, the Son of Mary!

I listen over and over again and have no words to add to the perfection that is here.  Instead I will replay and listen again.

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