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.