Category: hymns of prose

In the royal city of David there once stood a lowly cattle shed. There a mother laid her baby down using a manger as his bed. Mary was that mild mother. Jesus Christ was her little child. He who’s God and Lord of all came from heaven down to earth. His shelter was a stable.…

The night is silent. The night is holy. Everything is calm and bright around that virgin mother and her child. Sleep in heavenly peace, holy infant—so tender and mild. The night is silent. The night is holy. Shepherds quake at the sight. Glories stream from far off in heaven. Heavenly hosts sing, “Hallelujah!” Christ, the…

We’ve heard angels on high singing sweetly over the plains, and we’ve heard the mountains echoing their joyous strains in reply: “Gloria in excelsis Deo.” Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why do you prolong your joyous strains? What are the glad tidings that inspire your heavenly song? “Gloria in excelsis Deo.” Come to Bethlehem and see…