Come rejoicing, faithful men,
With rapture singing
Alleluia!
Monarch's Monarch,
From a holy maiden sprung,
Mighty Wonder!
Angel of the counsel here,
Sun from star, he doth appear,
Born of maiden:
He a sun who knows no night,
She a star whose paler light
Fadeth never.
As a star its kindred ray,
Mary doth her Child display,
Like in nature;
Still undimmed His star shines on,
And the maiden bears a Son,
Pure as ever.
Lebanon his cedar tall
To the hyssop on the wall
Lowly bendeth;
From the highest, him we name
Word of God, to human frame
Now descendeth.
Yet the synagogue denied
What Isaiah had descried:
Blindness fell upon the guide,
Proud, unheeding.
If her prophets speak in vain,
let her heed a gentile strain,
And, from mystic Sybil, gain
Light and leading.
No longer then delay,
Hear what the scriptures say,
Why be cast away
A race forlorn?
Turn and this Child behold,
That very Son, of old
In God's writ foretold,
a maid hath borne.
With rapture singing
Alleluia!
Monarch's Monarch,
From a holy maiden sprung,
Mighty Wonder!
Angel of the counsel here,
Sun from star, he doth appear,
Born of maiden:
He a sun who knows no night,
She a star whose paler light
Fadeth never.
As a star its kindred ray,
Mary doth her Child display,
Like in nature;
Still undimmed His star shines on,
And the maiden bears a Son,
Pure as ever.
Lebanon his cedar tall
To the hyssop on the wall
Lowly bendeth;
From the highest, him we name
Word of God, to human frame
Now descendeth.
Yet the synagogue denied
What Isaiah had descried:
Blindness fell upon the guide,
Proud, unheeding.
If her prophets speak in vain,
let her heed a gentile strain,
And, from mystic Sybil, gain
Light and leading.
No longer then delay,
Hear what the scriptures say,
Why be cast away
A race forlorn?
Turn and this Child behold,
That very Son, of old
In God's writ foretold,
a maid hath borne.
Sequence by St. Bernard of Clairvaux
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