Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing

“And behold an angel of the Lord stood by them, and the brightness of God shone round about them; and they feared with a great fear. And the angel said to them: Fear not; for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, that shall be to all the people: For, this day, is born to you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord, in the city of David.” Luke 2:9-11

I find the latter verses of Adeste Fideles, verses 5-7, written by Abbé Étienne Jean François Borderies (1764-1832), to be particularly worthy of water works when the pipe organ, stops out, reverbs your internal organs:

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning,
Jesu, to Thee be glory given.
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing;

See how the shepherds, summoned to His cradle,
leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze.
We too will thither bend our hearts’ oblations;

There shall we see Him, His eternal Father’s
everlasting brightness now veiled under flesh.
God shall we find there, a Babe in infant clothing;

Child, for us sinners, poor and in the manger,
we would embrace Thee, with love and awe.
Who would not love Thee, loving us so dearly?

O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Merry Christmas!

(Apologies, but here is eight minutes of Anglican greatness)