[Papercut Press] 2001-12-25 - Ode For Christmas Day

"He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed." Isaiah 53:5

I would like to republish today a poem that I believe was last printed on April 11, 1840. The author is named as J. D. and it could also be attributed to someone named Musselburgh. The title is: Ode for Christmas Day. I hope it generates some reflective thoughts for you today. There is nothing greatly profound about it, but it does sum up the events of Christ's Advent in a clear and simple manner. If you read down to the last stanza you may notice how the poem builds and ends in a very fitting manner for our day and age -- even though it is 161 years old.

Ode for Christmas Day

This hallowed morn, O Lord!
On which the Savior Child,
An infant meek and mild,
According to Thy Word,
In glorious vision told,
To seers and holy men of old,
Rose, like the morning-star, upon this earth,
In joyful strain we celebrate the wondrous birth.

On Bethlehem's darkened plain
The shepherds watched by night,
When on their startled sight
Burst an adoring train.
From heaven's high gate they came,
The world's great Savior to proclaim;
And with sweet-sounding harp, and rapturous tongue,
"Glory to God on high, and peace to men," they sung.

Whence that mysterious star
That hangs o'er Judah's land?
That venerable band
Approaching from afar?
Whom seek they on their way?
At whose feet would the homage pay?
To Judah's youthful and celestial king,
Myrrh, frankincense and gold, all costly gifts they bring.

A prince of David's line,
A peaceful king is born;
Though of his glory shorn,
Yet still a child Divine;
Come from His Father's throne,
In lowly pilgrim guise alone,
Peace to the world, and mercy to convey,
Dispel the long dark night, and bring the glorious day.

Ye children of despair,
Lift up your drooping eye!
Ye who in sorrow sigh,
Now ended is your care!
Rejoice, ye who have pined
Under some sickness of the mind!
Be glad, ye halt and maimed, ye blind and dumb,
The Healer of disease, the great Physician's come!

Rejoice, ye heathen lands!
Your gloomy night is past;
That Sun has risen at last
Whose glory far expands;
Now the bright morning smiles
Upon the distant ocean isles.
Your idols break, ye dwellers of the sea,
Greek, Roman, and Barbarian, be free! be free!

Henceforth new ages roll;
The Son His reign assumes;
A light from heaven illumines
The kingdom of the soul.
The year of the redeemed
Is come, that long in coming seemed;
And earth is waiting now, in hope sublime,
The bright millennial age, unstained with blood or crime.

"Sing to the Lord, for He has triumphed gloriously!" (Exodus 15:21).

Soli Deo Gloria,
T-

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