December 25, 2003

Hail, hail the Word made flesh

At our Christmas Eve service last night, we sang William C. Dix's hymn "What Child Is This?" but with some lyrics I'd never heard before. Turns out our modern version of this song leaves out some of the most beautiful and compelling thoughts on the birth of the Savior that I've ever sung or heard. Here it is, in it's entirety. Please read it through and know how much God loves you on this Christmas day:
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 Christians, 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.
May your Christmas be full of Christ, my friends around the world. I'm taking a few days off, but I'll be back next week with the rest of my Twelve Books of 2004.

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