“For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.” Luke 2:11,12 (Irregular: Ar Gyfer Heddiw’r Bore)
Welsh Carol ‘Ar gyfer heddiw’r bore’ by Dafydd Hughes ‘Eos Iâl’ (1794-1862)
Translation: W.Vernon Higham (b.1926)
There came a day of glory,
Little Child, little Child.
It was the dawn of mercy,
Little Child.
From Bosra came the mighty
From Sinai’s law most holy,
From Cal’vry’s flood of mercy
Little Child, little Child.
Held to the breast of Mary,
Little Child.
Ezekiel’s blessings flowing,
From the Child, Mary’s Child
And Daniel’s true Messiah
On her knee.
Isaiah’s Child of wisdom
The promise made in Eden.
The Alpha and Omega
On her knee, Mary’s knee
Sweet harmony of Beth’lem,
On her knee.
He left His crown of beauty
Of His will, of His will.
For Zion’s sake and mercy
Of His will.
His perfect head He lowered,
A crown of thorn He suffered,
And vileness of men’s hatred
Of His will, of His will.
To save the ones deserted
Of His will.
Now hasten happy sinner,
As you are, as you are,
And seek Him for His favour,
As you are.
For there a fount is open,
To heal a law once broken,
And lift up those now fallen,
As you are, as you are,
Now sinner quickly hasten
As you are.
