'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead;
Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn,
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria.
Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found;
A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round
But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria.
The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there.
The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt.
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria.
O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou
The holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you.
Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy.
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria.
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Wednesday, December 24, 2008
The Huron Carol
Here is a carol composed by St. Jean de Brebeuf for his converts.
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Beautiful. Thanks for posting it. It reminds me of the moving conlcusion to the movie Black Robe (1991).
ReplyDeleteI have never seen that movie but if you recommend it, Joshua, I'll rent it! Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteI've always loved this song. So few people know about it, though!
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