I’m writing this post with tears stinging my eyes, why? I’m listening to the carol that always grips my heart. It’s not my favorite carol- that’s been “zion’s daughter” for two years running but this song always makes me want to fall down and worship God for the awesome gift he gave to this miserable sinner. His only begotten son!!!
However this song also makes me want to hit my head on a wall most times. I’ve never been able to sing it perfectly, sustain the long notes or simply maintain the key sef. I’ve been in the choir so I do know how to stay on key. Anyway enough about me and let’s go to the song.
So I went to Wikipedia (as always) and read some thing about the song that is totally amazing…
I was gonna write about it but I think it’s better I just quote it directly
“O Holy Night” (“Cantique de Noël”) is a well-known Christmas carol composed by Adolphe Adam in 1847 to the French poem “Minuit, chrétiens” (Midnight, Christians) by a wine merchant and poet, Placide Cappeau (1808–1877). In Roquemaure at the end of the year 1843, the church organ was recently renovated. To celebrate the event, the parish priest asked Cappeau, native from this town, to write a Christmas poem. Cappeau did it, although being a professed anticlerical and atheist. Soon after, Adam wrote the music. The song was premiered in Roquemaure in1847 by the opera singer Emily Laurey.Unitarian minister John Sullivan Dwight, editor of Dwight’s Journal of Music, created a singing edition based on Cappeau’s French text in 1855. In both the French original and in the two familiar English versions of the carol, the text reflects on the birth of Jesus and of humanity’s redemption.”
The poem from which the song was derived was written by an ATHEIST!!! Yes an atheist. A song that talks about the birth and divinity of Christ was written by an atheist. I can barely wrap my head around it.
I’ll start with the literal English translation of the song
Midnight, Christians, it is the solemn hour,
When God as man descended unto us
To erase the stain of original sin
And to end the wrath of His Father.
The entire world thrills with hope
On this night that gives it a Saviour.
People, kneel down, await your deliverance.
Christmas, Christmas, here is the Redeemer,
Christmas, Christmas, here is the Redeemer!
May the ardent light of our Faith
Guide us all to the cradle of the infant,
As in ancient times a brilliant star
Guided the Oriental kings there.
The King of Kings was born in a humble manger;
O mighty ones of today, proud of your greatness,
It is to your pride that God preaches.
Bow your heads before the Redeemer!
Bow your heads before the Redeemer!
The Redeemer has broken every bond:
The Earth is free, and Heaven is open.
He sees a brother where there was only a slave,
Love unites those that iron had chained.
Who will tell Him of our gratitude,
For all of us He is born, He suffers and dies.
People, stand up! Sing of your deliverance,
Christmas, Christmas, sing of the Redeemer,
Christmas, Christmas, sing of the Redeemer!
One of the popular versions is John Sullivan Dwight’s version
O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
‘ Til He appear’d and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born;
O night divine, O night, O night Divine.
Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,
Here come the wise men from the Orient land.
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friend.
He knows our need, to our weaknesses no stranger,
Behold your King! Before Him lowly bend!
Behold your King, Before Him lowly bend!
Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother;
And in His name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,
His power and glory evermore proclaim.
His power and glory evermore proclaim
While I was writing this post I remembered when Jesus said if the sons of Abraham refused to worship God then he would raise stones to worship him. They were probably so many Christian poets in France yet God used an atheist. And I ask myself how have I glorified God with my own gift for stringing words together? Will a young woman in 2214 ask herself if there were Christian poets in 2014? It won’t happen, I’ll definitely do my part.
I just watched Tibs and Mofaya’s latest video in which Ernie “tried” to sing… My brother and I laughed nonstop for the full nineteen minutes of the video. That couple are the business, you can see the love they share in their laughter and body language. I really want that in my marriage, a marriage built on love and laughter.