He will lead us home again…

The Writer’s Almanac for Friday, December 25, 202

Music on Christmas Morning
by Anne Bronte
Music I love—but never strain


Could kindle raptures so divine,


So grief assuage, so conquer pain,


And rouse this pensive heart of mine—


As that we hear on Christmas morn

,
Upon the wintry breezes borne.

Though Darkness still her empire keep,


And hours must pass, ere morning break;


From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,


That music kindly bids us wake:


It calls us, with an angel’s voice,


To wake, and worship, and rejoice;


To greet with joy the glorious morn,


Which angels welcomed long ago,


When our redeeming Lord was born,


To bring the light of Heaven below;


The Powers of Darkness to dispel,


And rescue Earth from Death and Hell.


Now holy Peace may smile from heaven,


And heavenly Truth from earth shall spring:


The captive’s galling bonds are riven,


For our Redeemer is our king;

And He that gave his blood for men


Will lead us home to God again.

 
“Music on Christmas Morning” by Anne Bronte.


Definition: Cradle

Quenby, Mike, Annika
December 2009

To greet with joy the glorious morn,
Which angels welcomed long ago,
When our redeeming Lord was born,
To bring the light of Heaven below;
The Powers of Darkness to dispel,
And rescue Earth from Death and Hell.

Sir Isaac Newton said, “If I have seen further than others, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.”