Our Mortal Flesh

posted by Lisa



 I've been reminded recently of this hymn, often sung

at this time of year and neglected the other 11 months.

How often my mortal flesh needs to keep silence,

to be still, and even in the midst of whirlwind,

to listen, ponder the Word, consider my latter end,

and bless the God Who descended from the realms of

endless day to give me endless joy in His presence.

He has given us Himself.  The enormity of this is

staggering.  There are no words left to tell,

but His Word.  If men do not hear His Word,

there is nothing else.



Pray with me, that men may hear the Word, 

and with fear and trembling stand before Him, 

full of His unearthly joy, entering into eternal rest.



            Let all mortal flesh keep silence, 

        and with fear and trembling stand;

        ponder nothing earthly-minded, 

        for with blessing in his hand, 

        Christ our God to earth descendeth, 

        our full homage to demand. 

        King of kings, yet born of Mary, 

        as of old on earth he stood, 

        Lord of lords, in human vesture, 

        in the body and the blood; 

        he will give to all the faithful 

        his own self for heavenly food. 

        Rank on rank the host of heaven 

        spreads its vanguard on the way, 

        as the Light of light descendeth 

        from the realms of endless day, 

        that the powers of hell may vanish 

        as the darkness clears away. 

        At his feet the six-winged seraph, 

        cherubim, with sleepless eye, 

        veil their faces to the presence, 

        as with ceaseless voice they cry: 

        Alleluia, Alleluia, 

                Alleluia, Lord Most High!





May you cry also to Him, "Alleluia, Lord Most High!"