Lo, The Baptist's Herald Cry
In Advent: At The Matins
Thus speaketh the Lord of Hosts, saying, Behold the man whose name is the Branch; and He shall grow up out of His place, and He shall build the temple of the Lord.—Zech. vi.
Source: Isaac Williams, Hymns Translated from the Parisian Breviary (London: J.G.F. & J. Rivington, 1839), pp. 45-46.
Lo, the Baptist's herald cry
Shakes the Jordan;
Let the wakening eye and ear
Welcome the great harbinger.
Earth, and sea, and listening sky,
Wait their Maker;
And throughout the mighty womb,
Feel the jubilee is come.
Let us cast the way on high,
For His coming;
Cleanse the heart, and make it mee
For His heav'n-descended feet.
Jesu, strength, and solace nigh,
Without Thee, like withering grass,
Man doth into nothing pass.
Unto us, who pine and die,
Stretch forth Thy hand;
Earth shall break her wintry trance
At Thy blissful countenance.
Praise to Him who comes from high,
Praise to Father, Spirit, Son,
Never ending, ne'er begun.
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