The Hymns and Carols of Christmas

Though Rude Winds Usher Thee, Sweet Day

Alternate Title: Sweet Day

For Christmas Day

Words: Samuel Richards, 1825

Music: Unknown
Meter: 86 86 88

Source: Samuel Rickards (1796-1865), Hymns for Private Devotion for the Sundays and Saints Days throughout the year. (London: Hatchard & Son, 1825), pp. 10-12.

1. Though rude winds usher thee, sweet day,
      Though clouds thy face deform,
   Though nature's grace is swept away
      Before thy sleety storm;
Ev'n in thy sombrest wintry vest,
Of blessed days thou art most blest.

2. Nor frigid air nor gloomy morn
      Shall check our jubilee;
   Bright is the day when Christ was born,
      No sun need shine but He;
Let roughest storms their coldest blow,
With love of Him our hearts shall glow.

3. Inspired with high and holy thought,
      Fancy is on the wing;
   It seems as to mine ear it brought
      Those voices carolling,
Voices through heaven and earth that ran,
Glory to God, good-will to man.

4. I see the shepherds gazing wild
      At those fair spirits of light;
   I see them bending o'er the Child
      With that untold delight
Which marks the face of those who view
Things but too happy to be true.

5. There, in the lowly manger laid,
      Incarnate God they see;
   He stoops to take, through spotless maid,
      Our frail humanity:
Son of high God, creation's Heir,
He leaves His Heaven to raise us there.

6. Through Him, Lord, we are born anew,
      Thy children once again;
   Oh! day by day our hearts renew,
      That Thine we may remain,
And, angel-like, may all agree,
One sweet and holy family.

7. Oft, as this joyous morn doth come
      To speak our Saviour's love,
   Oh, may it bear our spirits home,
      Where He now reigns above;
That day which brought Him from the skies,
And man restores to paradise!

8. Then let winds usher thee, sweet day,
      Let clouds thy face deform;
   Though nature's grace is swept away
      Before thy sleety storm;
Ev'n in thy sombrest wintry vest
Of blessed days thou art most blest.

Also found in

John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1892, 1907).

Rickards, Samuel, s. of Thomas Rickards, was born in 1796, and educated at Oriel College, Oxford, B.A. 1817, M.A. 1820. He was the Newdigate Prizeman in 1815, and took second class Classical Honours in 1817. From 1819 to 1823 he was a Fellow of his College, and contemporary with Keble, Newman, and other men of note. He was Curate of Ulcombe in 1825, and became Rector of Stow-langtoft, Ely, in 1832, and died Aug. 24,1865.

His published works included

Very few of these hymns have come into C.U.

That for Christmas Day, "Though rude winds usher thee, sweet day," has supplied two centos, one beginning with stanza i. and the second with stanza ii., " Bright is the day when Christ was born."

[J. J.]



 

 

 

Source: Roundell Palmer, ed., The Book of Praise. Boston: Sever, Francis, & Co., 1870, # XXXVII, pp. 43-45.

1. Though rude winds usher thee, sweet day,
        Though clouds thy face deform,
    Though nature's grace is swept away
        Before thy sleety storm;
Ev'n in thy sombrest wintry vest,
Of blessed days thou art most blest.

2. Nor frigid air nor gloomy morn
        Shall check our jubilee;
    Bright is the day when Christ was born,
        No sun need shine but He;
Let roughest storms their coldest blow,
With love of Him our hearts shall glow.

3. Inspired with high and holy thought,
        Fancy is on the wing;
    It seems as to mine ear it brought
        Those voices carolling,
Voices through heaven and earth that ran,
Glory to God, good-will to man.

4. I see the shepherds gazing wild
        At those fair spirits of light;
    I see them bending o'er the Child
        With that untold delight
Which marks the face of those who view
Things but too happy to be true.

5. There, in the lowly manger laid,
        Incarnate God they see;
    He stoops to take, through spotless maid,
        Our frail humanity:
Son of high God, creation's Heir,
He leaves His Heaven to raise us there.

6. Through Him, Lord, we are born anew,
        Thy children once again;
    Oh! day by day our hearts renew,
        That Thine we may remain,
And, angel-like, may all agree,
One sweet and holy family.

7. Oft, as this joyous morn doth come
        To speak our Saviour's love,
    O, may it bear our spirits home,
        Where He now Reigns above;
That day which brought Him from the skies,
And man restores to Paradise!

8. Then let winds usher thee, sweet day,
        Let clouds thy face deform;
    Though nature's grace is swept away
        Before thy sleety storm;
Ev'n in thy sombrest wintry vest
Of blessed days thou art most blest.

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