House of Bread

House of Bread

 

Can it be we’re so desensitized to hearing Christmas carols played everywhere we go from Halloween on, we miss the depths of truth in these wonderful traditional songs?

Here is a little history on the origin of this beautiful hymn. I spent some time today mining it’s wisdom and praying that this Christmas morning, God would indeed “impart to our human hearts the blessings of Heaven,” and “come to abide with us.”

Merry Christmas. 

 

Kings College Cambridge,  O Little Town of Bethlehem

O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.

 

O morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King, and peace to men on earth!
For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love.

 

How silently, how silently, the wondrous Gift is giv’n;
So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His Heav’n.
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;
Cast out our sin, and enter in, be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel!

 

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