Rampolli - George MacDonald (fiction book recommendations .txt) 📗

his love.
Kyrioleis.

All this for us hath Jesus done, And his great love to us hath shown: Let Christendom rejoice therefore, And give him thanks for evermore!
Kyrioleis.


III

A SONG OF THE LITTLE CHILD JESUS, FOR CHILDREN AT CHRISTMAS. TAKEN OUT OF THE SECOND CHAPTER OF THE GOSPEL OF ST. LUKE.

From heaven high I come to you, I bring a story good and new: Of goodly news so much I bring, Of it I must both speak and sing.

To you a child is come this morn, A child of chosen maiden born, A little babe so sweet and mild Your joy and bliss shall be that child.

'Tis the Lord Christ, our very God. He will you ease of all your load; He'll be himself your Saviour sure And from all sinning make you pure.

He brings you all the news so glad Which God the Father ready had- That you shall in his heavenly house Live now and evermore with us.

Take heed then to the token sure- The crib, the swaddling clothes so poor: The infant you shall find laid there Who all the world doth hold and bear.

Hence let us all be gladsome then, And with the shepherd-folk go in To see what God to us hath given With his dear honoured Son from heaven.

Take note, my heart; see there! look low: What lies then in the manger so? Whose is the lovely little child? It is the darling Jesus-child.

Hail, noble guest in humble guise, Poor sinners who didst not despise, And com'st to me in misery! My thoughts must all be thanks to thee!

Ah Lord! the maker of us all! How hast thou grown so poor and small That there thou liest on withered grass, The supper of the ox and ass!

Were the world wider many fold, And decked with gems and cloth of gold, 'T were far too mean and narrow all To be for thee a cradle small!

The silk and velvet that are thine Are rough hay, linen not too fine; Thereon thou, king so rich and great, Liest as if in heavenly state.

And this hath therefore pleased thee, To make this truth right plain to me, That all the world's power, honour, wealth Are nothing to thy heart or health.

Ah, little Christ! my heart's poor shed Would make thee a soft, little bed: Rest there as in a lowly shrine, And make that heart for ever thine,

That so I always gladsome be, Ready to dance, and sing to thee The lullaby thou lovest best, With sweetest hymn for dearest guest.

Glory to God on highest throne Who gave to us his only Own! For this the angel troop sings in A New Year with gladsome din.


IV.

ANOTHER CHRIST-SONG.

From heaven the angel-troop come near And to the shepherds plain appear: A tender little child, they cry, In a rough manger lies hard by,

In Bethlehem, David's town of old, As Prophet Micah has foretold; 'Tis the Lord Jesus Christ, I wis, Who of you all the saviour is.

And ye may well break out in mirth That God is one with you henceforth; For he is born your flesh and blood- Your brother is the eternal Good.

He will nor can from you go hence; Put you in him your confidence. However many you assail, Defy them-He can never fail!

What can death do to you, or sin? The true God is to you come in. Let hell and Satan raging go- The Son of God's your comrade now!

At last you must approval win, For you are now become God's kin: For this go thanking God alway, Happy and patient every day. Amen.


III. EPIPHANY.

Herod, why dreadest thou a foe Because the Christ comes born below? He seeks no mortal kingdom thus, But brings his kingdom down to us.

After the star the wise men go: That light the true light them did show; They signify with presents three This child-God, Man, and King to be.

In Jordan baptism he did take, This Lamb of God, for our poor sake; Thus he who never did a sin Hath washed us clean both out and in.

A miracle straightway befell: Six pots of stone-they saw, who tell- Of water full, which, changing, heard And turned to red wine at his word.

Praise, honour, thanks to thee be said, Jesus, born of the holy maid! With the Father and the Holy Ghost, Now, and henceforward, evermore. Amen.


IV. EASTER.

I.

Death held our Lord in prison For sin that did undo us; But he hath up arisen And brought our life back to us. Therefore must we gladsome be, Praise our God, and thankful be, And sing out halleluja! Halleluja!

No man yet Death overcame- All sons of men were helpless; Sin for this was all to blame, For no one yet was guiltless. So Death came that early hour, Over us took up the power, Us held in's kingdom captive. Halleluja!

Jesus Christ, God's only Son, Into our place descending, Away with all our sins hath done, And therewith from Death rending Right and might, made him a jape, Left him nothing but Death's shape: His ancient sting-he has lost it: Halleluja!

That was a right wondrous strife When Death in Life's grip wallowed: Off victorious came Life, Death he hath upswallowed. Scripture itself has told us that- How one Death the other ate:[3] Now is Death become a laughter. Halleluja!

[Footnote 3: Certain eastern tales of rival enchanters seem to have been present to Luther's mind when he thought of our Lord as the Death of Evil devouring the Death of Good. I have translated very closely.]

Here is the true Easter-lamb, That God said must be shared, Which up on the cross's stem In Love's fire is prepared. His blood on our door-post lies; Faith holds that before Death's eyes: The destroyer dares not touch us: Halleluja!

So we keep high feast of grace! Hearty the joy and glee is That shines on us from his face: The sun himself, ah! he is, Who, by his brightness divine, Through and through makes our hearts shine: The night of our sins is over. Halleluja!

We eat-and well so we fare- True Easter cakes sans leaven; For th' old leaven shall not share In the new word from heaven. Christ himself will be the food, He alone fill us with good: Faith will live on nothing other. Halleluja!


II. A SONG OF PRAISE FOR EASTER.

Jesus Christ, our Saviour true He who Death overthrew, Is up arisen, And sin hath put in prison.
Kyrieeleison.

Born whom Mary sinless hath, Bore he for us God's wrath, Hath reconciled us: Favour God doth now yield us.
Kyrieeleison.

Death and sin, and life and grace, All to his hands we trace: He can deliver All who seek the life-giver.
Kyrieeleison.


V. PENTECOST.

I.

Come, God, Creator, Holy Ghost, Visit the heart of all thy men; Fill them with grace the way thou know'st: What was thine, make so again;

Our Comforter to soothe or chide; The blessed gift of highest God! A ghostly chrism to us applied, Live streams-fire-love spread abroad!

O kindle in our minds a light; Give in our hearts love's glowing gift; Our weak flesh, known to thee aright, With thy strength and grace uplift.

In giving gifts thou art sevenfold- The finger thou on God's right hand! His word by thee right soon is told With clov'n tongues in every land.

Drive far the cunning of the foe; Thy grace bring peace and make us whole, That we glad after thee may go, And shun that which hurts the soul.

Teach us to know the Father right, And Jesus Christ, his son, that so We may with faith be filled quite, Spirit of both, thee to know!

Praise God the Father, and the Son Who from the dead arose in power; Like praise to the Consoling One, Evermore and every hour! Amen.


II.

Come, Holy Spirit, Lord and God, Fill full with thine own gracious good Thy faithful ones' heart, mind, desire! Light in them of thy love the fire. O Lord, through thy light, flashing fast, Into the faith thou gathered hast People of all tongues under heaven: That to thy glory, Lord, be given!
Halleluja! Halleluja!

Thou holy light, retreat from strife, Cause shine on us the word of life, That we the truth of God gather, Call him heartily our Father. O Lord, protect us from strange lore, That we for teachers seek no more, But with true faith Jesus solely, And him with all our might trust wholly:
Halleluja! Halleluja!

Thou holy fire, thou comfort sweet, Now help us; with good cheer us meet; That in thy service nought shake us, Trouble never leave thee make us. O Lord, by thy might us prepare, And make the weak flesh strong to bear, That we strive[4] like knights campaigning, Through death and life to thee straining:
Halleluja! Halleluja!

[Footnote 4: The Scotch warsle would be perfect.]


III.

A SONG OF PRAISE.

Now let us pray the Holy Ghost, Of all things, for the true faith most, In that to preserve us when we are dying, And going home out of this vale of crying:
Kyrioleis.

Thou noble light, shine as thou hast shone; Teach us to know Jesus Christ alone, That we the true Saviour hold by the hand Who us has brought to the real fatherland:
Kyrioleis.

Thou sweet Love, grant us thy favour, that so We feel of thy love the inward glow, That we from our hearts may love each the other, Dwelling in peace, of one mind together:
Kyrioleis.

Comfort highest, in danger or blame Help us to fear neither death nor shame; Nor let weak senses with fears confuse us When the enemy comes to accuse us:
Kyrioleis.


VI. THE TRINITY.

I.

God, the Father, with us be, Let us not fall to badness; Make us from all sinning free, And help us die in gladness. 'Gainst the devil well us ware, And keep our faith from failing, Our hope in thee from quailing. Our hearts upon thee staying, Make us wholly trust thy care! Us, with good Christians sharing, Save from the devil snaring, Him with God's weapons daring. Amen! well now may we fare! Now sing we Halleluja!

Jesus, Master, with us be, Let us not fall to badness; &c.

Holy Spirit, with us be, Let us not fall to badness; &c.


II.

Thou who art three in unity, A true God from eternity, The sun's daylight withdraws his shine: Lighten us with thy light divine.

At morn we praise thee with the day, At evening, too, to thee we pray; Our