Saturday, December 23, 2006

Christmas Poem #5 - Christians Awake Salute the Happy Morn

Christians awake salute the happy morn : Lyrics

Christians, awake, salute the happy morn

Whereon the Saviour of the world was born

Rise to adore the mystery of love

Which hosts of angels chanted from above

With them the joyful tidings first begun

Of God incarnate and the Virgin's Son

Then to the watchful shepherds it was told

Who heard the angelic herald's voice: "Behold,

I bring good tidings of a Saviour's birth

To you and all the nations upon earth

This day hath God fulfilled His promised word;

This day is born a Saviour, Christ the Lord."

He spake, and straightaway the celestial choir

In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire

The praises of redeeming love they sang

And heaven's whole orb with alleluias rang

God's highest glory was their anthem still

Peace upon earth and unto men goodwill

To Bethlehem straight the shepherds ran

To see the wonder God had wrought for man

And found, with Joseph and the blessed Maid

Her Son, the Saviour, in a manger laid

Amazed, the wondrous story they proclaim

The earliest heralds of the Saviour's name

Let us, like these good shepherds, them employ

Our grateful voices to proclaim the joy

Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss

From His poor manger to His bitter cross

Treading His steps, assisted by His grace

Till man's first heavenly state again takes place

Then may we hope, the angelic thrones among

To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song

He that was born upon this joyful day

Around us all His glory shall display

Saved by His love, incessant we shall sing

Of angels and of angel-men the King

Christians awake salute the happy morn!

Christians awake salute the happy morn was written by John Byron who was born in Broughton, England in 1692 and died in Manchester in 1763. His lyrics of Christians awake salute the happy morn are famous for the comprehensive quotation of the Archangel Gabriel “Behold, I bring good tidings…” John Byron wrote this poem in 1745 for his little daughter Dorothy. On Christmas morning she found the manuscript amongst her presents , the title was originally called 'Christmas Day for Dolly' but was renamed as Christians awake salute the happy morn when music was added. The music to Christians awake salute the happy morn was composed by J.Wainwright

Friday, December 22, 2006

Christmas Poem #4 - On the Morning ...

On the Morning Of Christ's Nativity

A Christmas poem by John Milton

Make it Snow !


On the Morning of Christ's Nativity

This is the month, and this the happy morn

Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King,

Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born,

Our great redemption from above did bring;

For so the holy sages once did sing,

That he our deadly forfeit should release,

And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.


That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable,

And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty,

Wherewith he wont at Heav'n's high council-table,

To sit the midst of Trinal Unity,

He laid aside, and here with us to be,

Forsook the courts of everlasting day,

And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.


Say Heav'nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein

Afford a present to the Infant God?

Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,

To welcome him to this his new abode,

Now while the heav'n, by the Sun's team untrod,

Hath took no print of the approaching light,

And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?


See how from far upon the eastern road

The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet:

O run, prevent them with thy humble ode,

And lay it lowly at his blessed feet;

Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet,

And join thy voice unto the angel quire,

From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Listening for God

Elijah, Samuel, John the Baptist, Adam and Eve...

Ever just sit and listen for God?

The man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day.
- Genesis 3:8 (NIV)

I sat the other day in the back yard in the freshly fallen snow, listening. Listening to the sounds of the world still spinning around my ears. The snow reflected sounds that the ground normally absorbed and I could hear even the tinny chatter of a squirrel high in the trees above.

Today, this week I am in awe of how God speaks to us. Something different than any other "voice." But still a clear direction, clear mind, clear thought.

Oh to be like Samuel and be able to respond to the voice of God in child like faith. Oh to be like Peter and hear the voice of the Saviour calling out to you as your feet are wet in the crashing waves. Like Moses, listening to the voice of God being told exactly what to pound in the stone. To be like John, led through a preview of heaven, by the master tour guide...

Something to think about.

Christmas Poem #3 - Christmas Long Ago

A Christmas Poem by Jo Geis

Frosty days and ice-still nights,
Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights,
Sound of sleigh bells in the snow,
That was Christmas long ago.

Tykes on sleds and shouts of glee,
Icy-window filigree,
Sugarplums and candle glow,
Part of Christmas long ago.

Footsteps stealthy on the stair,
Sweet-voiced carols in the air,
Stocking hanging in a row,
Tell of Christmas long ago.

Starry nights so still and blue,
Good friends calling out to you,
Life, so fact, will always slow...
For dreams of Christmas long ago.


You gotta love a good quote. With my wife in high spirits for the Christmas season she is always cleaning the house, no matter what happens, the kids seem to mess everything up by the next day. I stumbled on to this quote today and had to laugh.

"Having a two-year-old is like having a blender
that you don't have the top for."
-- Jerry Sienfield