We are getting
ready for Sunday worship and celebration. Alice is getting ready for a
Christmas Open House at the Parsonage this Sunday from 5-7 PM. She is
planning
and preparing bizarre and exotic foods. Those who live in the area please join
us. PRAISE the Lord for the songs of
the season and the Savior. I can never get tired of listening to the ageless
carols and songs of Christmas. One of the carols that resonates in my heart is,
"What Child Is This?". Here’s a case where the tune has been around much longer
than the words.
When William C. Dix, an Anglican layman from Bristol,
England, wrote a poem called “The Manger Throne,” he put the words to a tune
called “Greensleeves,” a traditional English folk song that dates to the time of
Shakespeare. Although he was an
insurance salesman, we remember him today for writing “What Child is This?”.
History records that he was sick at the time and that while recovering he had a
deep spiritual awakening. As it happens, this carol is more popular in the
United States than in its country of origin. The song consists of three stanzas. The first verse asks a
question and then answers it. You never know what may happen in the world because a baby was
born. No doubt the Innkeeper didn’t know who he was turning away. Even Mary
couldn’t fully imagine what it all meant that night, but that baby born in
Bethlehem has become the centerpiece of history. What child is this? We all have to
answer that question sooner or later. The song says, “This, this is Christ the
King.” What do we say?
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.
The second verse joins the coming of Christ with his death on the cross:
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.
The second verse joins the coming of Christ with his death on the cross:
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, spears shall pierce him through,
The cross he bore for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
The third verse calls the hearer to respond in saving faith:
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spears shall pierce him through,
The cross he bore for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
The third verse calls the hearer to respond in saving faith:
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.
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.
Lord Jesus, you came for us!
We gladly enthrone you as King and Lord and Savior.
Amen.
In Him.
Brown
“He
will be named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty
God, Eternal Father, Prince
of Peace” (Isaiah 9:6).
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