Now the Heavens Start to Whisper
Now the heavens start to whisper
As the veil is growing thin.
Earth from slumber wakes to listen
To the stirring, faint within:
Seed of promise, deeply planted,
Christ to spring from Jesse’s stem!
Like the soil beneath the frost-line,
Hearts grow soft to welcome him.
Heavy clouds that block the moonlight
Now begin to drift away.
Diamond brilliance through the darkness
Shines the hope of coming day.
Christ, the morning star of splendor,
Gleams within a world grown dim.
Heaven’s ember fans to fullness;
Hearts grow warm to welcome him.
Christ, eternal sun of justice,
Christ, the rose of wisdom’s seed,
Come to bless with fire and fragrance
Hours of yearning, hurt, and need.
In the lonely, in the stranger,
In the outcast hid from view:
Child who comes to grace the manger,
Teach our hearts to welcome you.
Text: Mary Louise Bringle, b. 1953, © 2006, GIA Publications, Inc.
All rights reserved. Reprinted with permission of GIA Publications.
Tune: SUO GAN, 8 7 8 7 D
the grammar a trifle immature in places,
In the lonely, in the stranger,
In the outcast hid from view:
Child who comes to grace the manger,
Teach our hearts to welcome you.
I find the grammar a trifle immature in places
I'm trying to find a good reason for the irregularity in Bringle's text.
I don't know what grammar flaw Adam's noticing, but in the last quatrain, "Child who comes" ought to be "Child who come."
A question I have is how this text would sing to JEFFERSON, instead of SUO GAN.
Christ, the morning star of splendor,
Gleams within a world grown dim.
Heaven’s ember fans to fullness;
Hearts grow warm to welcome him.
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