Drummond: Run, shepherds, run
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Advent III
Meditation:
But when the time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under law, to redeem those under law, that we might receive the full rights of sons.
—Galatians 4:4-5 (NIV)
Quotation:
Run, shepherds, run where Bethlem blest appears,
We bring the best of news, be not dismay’d,
A Saviour there is born, more old than years,
Amidst heaven’s rolling heights this earth who stay’d
In a poor cottage inn’d, a virgin maid
A weakling did him bear, who all upbears;
There is he poorly swaddl’d, in manger laid,
To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres:
Run, shepherds, run, and solemnize his birth,
This is that night—no, day, grown great with bliss,
In which the power of Satan broken is;
In heaven be glory, peace unto the earth!
Thus singing, through the air the angels swam,
And cope of stars re-echoed the same.
... William Drummond (1585-1649), The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden, v. II, London: Lawrence and Bullen, 1894, p. 7-8 (see the book)
See also Gal. 4:4-5; Isa. 7:14; Luke 2:6-16; John 1:14; 2 Cor. 8:9
Quiet time reflection:
Lord, Your poverty has made Your people rich indeed.CQOD Blog email RSS
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Advent III
Meditation:
But when the time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under law, to redeem those under law, that we might receive the full rights of sons.
—Galatians 4:4-5 (NIV)
Quotation:
Run, shepherds, run where Bethlem blest appears,
We bring the best of news, be not dismay’d,
A Saviour there is born, more old than years,
Amidst heaven’s rolling heights this earth who stay’d
In a poor cottage inn’d, a virgin maid
A weakling did him bear, who all upbears;
There is he poorly swaddl’d, in manger laid,
To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres:
Run, shepherds, run, and solemnize his birth,
This is that night—no, day, grown great with bliss,
In which the power of Satan broken is;
In heaven be glory, peace unto the earth!
Thus singing, through the air the angels swam,
And cope of stars re-echoed the same.
... William Drummond (1585-1649), The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden, v. II, London: Lawrence and Bullen, 1894, p. 7-8 (see the book)
See also Gal. 4:4-5; Isa. 7:14; Luke 2:6-16; John 1:14; 2 Cor. 8:9
Quiet time reflection:
Lord, Your poverty has made Your people rich indeed.
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