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For Christ is born of Mary,
Proclaim the holy birth!
The wondrous gift is given!
The blessings of his heaven. No ear may hear his coming, But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him still,
The dear Christ enters in.
O holy child of Bethlehem!
Descend to us, we pray;
Be born in us to-day.
The great glad tidings tell;
ALMOST nothing is known of Bernard, save that he was a monk at the old abbey of Cluny, France, in the twelfth century, and that he wrote a poem entitled " De Contemptu Mundi," in which there occur the stanzas from which this hymn and several others were translated. Dr. John M. Neale (London, June 24, 1818-East Grinstead, Aug. 6, 1866), as the translator, deserves much of the credit for the great popularity of this hymn. The vigor and freedom of his version may be judged by comparison with the first lines of the Latin original:
"Urbs Syon aurea, patria lactea, cive decora,
Omne cor obrius, omnibus obstruis, et cor et ora,
JERUSALEM, THE GOLDEN
ERUSALEM, the golden,
Sink heart and voice oppressed;
What joys await me there;
What bliss beyond compare.
They stand, those halls of Zion,
The daylight is serene;
Are decked in glorious sheen..
There is the throne of David;
And there from care released,
The shout of them that feast;
Are clad in robes of white.
Shall I e'er win thy grace?
The Lord shall be thy part;
Thou shalt be and thou art.
BERNARD OF CLUNY AND JOHN M. NEALE
THE authorship of this celebrated hymn will probably remain forever unknown. the most ancient Christian hymn of any length, coming to us, through the Latin, from a very early Greek original.
TE DEUM LAUDAMUS
WE praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the
All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting.
To thee all angels cry aloud, the heavens, and all the powers
To thee cherubim and seraphim continually do cry, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth;
Heaven and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory. The glorious company of the apostles praise thee. The goodly fellowship of the prophets praise thee.
The holy church
The noble army of martyrs praise thee. throughout all the world doth acknowledge thee, The Father of an infinite majesty; thine adorable, true and only Son;
Also the Holy Ghost, the Comforter. Thou art the King of glory, O Christ, thou art the everlasting Son of the Father.
When thou tookest upon thee to deliver man, thou didst humble thyself to be born of a virgin.
When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death, thou didst open the kingdom of heaven to all believers.
Thou sittest at the right hand of God, in the glory of the Father. We believe that thou shalt come to be our judge.
We therefore pray thee, help thy servants, whom tho hast redeemed with thy precious blood.
Make them to be numbered with thy saints, in glory everlasting. O Lord, save thy people, and bless thine heritage; govern them and lift them up forever.
Day by day we magnify thee; and we worship thy name ever, world without end.
Vouchsafe, O Lord, to keep us this day without sin; O Lord, have mercy upon us, have mercy upon us;
O Lord, let thy mercy be upon us, as our trust is in thee.
O Lord, in thee have I trusted; let me never be confounded. Amen.