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Sunday, December 13. 2009

Angels from the Realms of Glory

A wonderful Christmas hymn written by the Baptist English newspaper editor James Montgomery in 1816. Over the years, the lyrics have been sung to different tunes.


One verse I like:


Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations;
Ye have seen His natal star.


I am no sage, but I am happy to escape my contemplations to view a brighter vision. The lyrics and a midi of the music here.

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Mary, Christ's own Virgin Mother, is the natal at whose feet angels and sages of old did gather to worship as Tiepolo captures in his painting.

Mary's genome delivered our LORD's face for all to adore and delivered all from the curse that Eve had settled upon the earth.

Hear, O Lord, my voice, with which I have cried to thee: have mercy on me and hear me.
My heart hath said to thee: My face hath sought thee: thy face, O Lord, will I still seek.
Turn not away thy face from me; decline not in thy wrath from thy servant. Be thou my helper, forsake me not; do not thou despise me, O God my Saviour.
Psalms 27:7-9
#1 Leag on 2009-12-13 16:16 (Reply)

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