Sing The Universal Glory
Words and Music: Khanta beza bitoria, Old Basque Carol
Words Translated by the Rev. J. O'Connor
Source: Richard Runciman Terry, Two Hundred Folk Carols (London: Burns Oates & Washbourne Limited, 1933), Carol #102, pp. 22-23.
Sing the universal glory
Lo! The Serpent's triple head
Trampled down in ruin gory
Fury quench'd and venom shed
Tell the great Messiah's story
He is come and Hell is fled.
Ages in the darkness pining
Taste and see that light is sweet,
Open to Messiah's shining!
Mercy blooms around His feet:
Peace and Justice intertwining
All the prophecies complete.
Only God our loss could reckon,
So from all eternity
Chose His Son our steps to beckon
Out of hopeless misery,
Pay our price and set His check on
Greed and wrath and vanity.
So as little children descended,
God of God and Light of Light
With our clay His glory blended
In a stall one Christmas night;
Had He come arrayed and splendid
Price had never taken fright.
Had He our sweets partaken
We our ill would less deplore
But He came our souls to waken,
Make us by ourselves set store.
Taught gainsaid and died forsaken
Craving love and nothing more.
Glory to the Sire Who sent Him
In the fulness of the time.
Glory to the Son Who bent Him
To remould us from the slime.
Glory to the Lord Who spent Him
In His holy Manhood's prime.
Sheet Music from Richard Runciman Terry, Two Hundred Folk Carols (London: Burns Oates & Washbourne Limited, 1933), Carol #102, pp. 22-23.