God's Dear Son
Words: English Traditional
Music: English Traditional
Meter: 88 88
Source: G. Walters, A Good Christmas Box (Dudley: G. Walters, 1847; reprinted Ashley: Michael Raven, 2007), pp. 23-24.
God's dear Son without beginning,
Whom the wicked Jews did scorn,
The only wise, without once sinning,
On this blessed day was born.
Thee to save our souls from sin and death,
When we in Satan's chains were bound,
And shed his blood to do us good,
With many a purple bleeding wound.
Remember that this blessed morn,
A sweet salvation came to us,
When Jesus Christ with grace adorning,
Sought us then with love to woo us.
That mankind may be of God's fold;
And feed like lambs on Sion's hill,
Be not unkind, but bear in mind,
That Christ doth thee remember still.
At Bethlehem, King David's city,
Mary's Babe and sweet creation,
God and man endu'd with pity,
And a Saviour of each nation.
Yet Jewish land with cruel hand,
Both first and last his power defied,
Where he was born they did him scorn,
And showed him malice when he died.
No place for Christ our Saviour,
In Judah could be found;
But Mary's meek behavior,
Bore it patiently on the ground.
The babe was placed in vile disgrace,
Where oxen in their stalls did feed,
No midwife mild for this sweet child,
Or woman's help at mother's needs.
No kindly robes of golden treasure,
Deck'd the birth-day of God's Son,
Or pompal train all took pleasure,
Unto the King of kings to run.
No mantle brave can Jesus have,
Upon his cradle their to lie,
Or music's charms in nurse's arms,
To sing the Babe to lullaby.
But as Mary sat in solace,
At our Saviour's first beginning,
Hosts of Angels from God's palace,
Sounded sweet from heaven's singing.
Yet heavens and earth for Jesu's birth,
With sweet melodious tunes abound,
And every thing for the Jew's King,
Upon the earth gave cheerful sound.
Heaven perceiving few attended,
To the promised Prince of might,
From the crystal skies descended,
Blessed, glorious, beams of light.
A glorious star did shine so far,
That all the world might see the same:
And nations strange their praise did change,
To yield him honor, praise, and fame.
Then with angelic love inspired,
Princes and wise men from the east,
Came to where the Lord desired,
To Bethlehem with speed and haste.
And then they laid before them maid,
And to her Son their God and King,
Off'rings sweet as were most meet,
Unto so great a power to bring.
Now to him that first redeemed us,
By his precious death and passion,
Us vile sinners so esteemed,
Buying dearly our salvation.
Yield lasting fame, and still the same
Of Jesus may be honored here,
And let us say that Christmas Day,
Is still the best day of the year.
Versions of this carol on this web site:
God's Dear Son Without Beginning - Version 1 - Davies Gilbert
God's Dear Son - Version 2 - Shaw & Dearmer, The English Carol Book
Godís Dear Son - Version 3 - Bramley & Stainer
God's Dear Son - A Good Christmas Carol (this page)