Headaches after a sleepless night full of worries. Then I wrote a simple carol this morning. Honestly it’s the words which really pointed me to the music and it is the words which might carry me with gratefulness for what has been and hope for what is to come.
Here is the music.
The words are a selection of verses of “We sing to thee, Emmanuel” (1864), a translation by Elizabeth Frances Cox of Paul Gerhardt’s “Wir singen dir, Emmanuel” (1653).
We sing to Thee, Emmanuel,
The Prince of Life, Salvation’s Well,
The Plant of Heaven, the Star of Morn,
The Lord of lords, the Virgin-born!
Now Thou, by Whom the world was made,
Art in Thy Manger-cradle laid,
Maker of all things great, art small,
Naked Thyself, though clothing all.
Thou Who both Heaven and earth dost sway,
In strangers’ inn art fain to stay,
And though Thy power makes angels blest,
Dost seek Thy food from human breast.
Encouraged thus, our love grows bold
On Thee to lay our steadfast hold;
The Cross which Thou didst undergo
Has vanquished Death, and healed our woe.
As each short year goes quickly round,
Our Alleluias shall resound;
And, when we reckon years no more,
May we in heaven Thy Name adore.