Tune: Was Lebet, Was Shwebet
('O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness')
Matthew 2 v.1-12 parts
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From the east came wise men
Did look for the Christ-child then
They did hear words of prophecy again
That you Bethlehem small
From there the Lord one would call
To be Governor, Ruler over all
He would rule God's people
His reign be o'er Israel
And message for Jews and Gentiles to tell
That He would Saviour be
Coming to us, to set free
All shall adore Him, to Him bend the knee
The wise men star followed
It hovered o'er ground hallowed
For 'twas at place where young Christ-child abode
Their rejoicing was great
They found holy place not late
Exceeding great joy theirs, high celebrate (celebration)
To young child with parents
Mary and Joseph's presence
They to Jesus gave gifts, gold, frankincense
And myrrh, precious treasures
Worshipping Him, great pleasures
Their desires fulfilled with firm endeavours
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2018 03:22
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 13.10.13.10. metre. I have arranged it as 6.7.10. 6.7.10. metre. Anyone know the English for the tune name?
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments5
Great write but as for the tune I've no idea - I'm the last person to ask - Andy?
Thanks Michael. It seems German. 'Was inside, was floating' is the nearest I can get to it (?!)
Title of the song translates to: What lives, what floats, oh worship your God (or something like that)
Thanks Fred.
To Him I will bend the knee!
I liked your write!
Enjoyed reading it!
Looking forward to
celebrating the Epiphany!
Thanks Laura.
Great write
Thanks Tony.
Welcome
Thanks STEVE for sharing another Perfect Hymn and another Perfect Poem about the visit of the Wise Men awesome ~ AMEN My Translation wold be "What lives and What Soars (into Heaven ?) Oh worship your GOD etc". Yours BRIAN
Thanks Brian. It's tricky laying out the poem like this. I've got to think of two sets of THREE rhyming lines for each verse. Often I only stretch to two lines AABB etc. A bit of thinking won't do me any harm. I will use one ore of my three brain cells - the third one that hardly gets used! heehee.
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