This isn't exactly an update post (hopefully I'll be getting to that soon). I've been thinking that, since the holiday season is upon us, I'd like to try to post a Christmas song everyday.
This world has blown the true meaning of what Christmas is supposed to truly commemorate way out of proportion. That's generally the way it goes. Something was made to be sacred and holy, but Satan runs with it. Christmas is supposed to be a time for us to remember the birth of our Saviour. We have days to remember Christ's life, death, and resurrection. We have Thanksgiving, a day devoted to thankfulness. What about His birth? If Jesus hadn't been born, where would we be?
I'd like to start with an advent song.
Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence is an ancient chant of Eucharistic (thanksgiving) devotion based on the words of Habakkuk 2:20, "Let all the earth keep silence before Him." The original was composed in Greek, probably antedating the rest of the liturgy (worship) and goes back at least to 275 AD. In modern times, the Ralph Vaughn Williams arrangement of a translation from the Greek by Gerard Moultrie to the tune of "Picardy" a French medieval folk melody, popularized the hymn among other Christian congregations. *Thank you, Wikipedia!*
Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
and with fear and trembling stand;
ponder nothing earthly minded,
for with blessing in his hand
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
our full homage to demand.
and with fear and trembling stand;
ponder nothing earthly minded,
for with blessing in his hand
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
our full homage to demand.
King of kings, yet born of Mary,
as of old on earth he stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture,
in the body and the blood,
he will give to all the faithful
his own self for heavenly food.
as of old on earth he stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture,
in the body and the blood,
he will give to all the faithful
his own self for heavenly food.
Rank on rank the host of heaven
spreads its vanguard on the way,
as the Light of light descendeth
from the realms of endless day,
that the powers of hell may vanish
as the shadows clear away.
spreads its vanguard on the way,
as the Light of light descendeth
from the realms of endless day,
that the powers of hell may vanish
as the shadows clear away.
At his feet the six-winged seraph,
cherubim, with sleepless eye,
veil their faces to the presence,
as with ceaseless voice they cry,
“Alleluia, alleluia,
alleluia, Lord most high!”
cherubim, with sleepless eye,
veil their faces to the presence,
as with ceaseless voice they cry,
“Alleluia, alleluia,
alleluia, Lord most high!”
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