The Angels sing!
The Archangels blend
their voices in harmony!
The Cherubim hymn
their joyful praise!
The Seraphim exalt His
glory!
All join to praise the
holy feast, beholding the Godhead here on earth, and man in heaven.
He who is above, now
for our redemption dwells here below; and he that was lowly is by divine mercy
raised.
Bethlehem this day
resembles heaven; hearing from the stars the singing of angelic voices; and in
place of the sun, enfolds within itself on every side the Sun of Justice.
And ask not how: for
where God wills, the order of nature yields.
For He willed, he had the power, He descended, He redeemed; all things
move in obedience to God.
This day He Who Is, is
Born; and He Who Is becomes what He was not.
For when He was God, He became man; yet not departing from the Godhead
that is His. Nor yet by any loss of
divinity became He man, nor through increase became He God from man; but being
the Word He became flesh, His nature, because of impassibility remaining
unchanged.
And so the kings have
come, and they have seen the heavenly King that has come upon the earth, not
bringing with Him Angels, nor Archangels, nor Thrones, nor Dominations, nor
Powers, nor Principalities, but, treading a new and solitary path, He has come
forth from a spotless womb.
Yet He has not
forsaken His angels, nor left them deprived of His care, nor because of His
Incarnation has he departed from the Godhead.
And behold,
Kings have come, that
they might adore the heavenly King of glory;
Soldiers, that they
might serve the Leader of the Hosts of Heaven;
Women, that they might
adore Him Who was born of a woman so that He might change the pains of
childbirth into joy;
Virgins, to the Son of
the Virgin, beholding with joy, that He Who is the Giver of milk, Who has
decreed that the fountains of the breast pour forth in ready streams, receives
from a Virgin Mother the food of infancy;
Infants that they may
adore Him Who became a little child, so that out of the mouth of infants and
sucklings, He might perfect praise;
Children, to the Child
Who raised up martyrs through the rage of Herod;
Men, to Him Who became
man, that He might heal the miseries of His servants;
Shepherds, to the Good
Shepherd Who has laid down His life for His sheep;
Priests, to Him Who
has become a High Priest according to the order of Melchisedech;
Servants to Him Who
took upon Himself the form of a servant that He might bless our servitude with
the reward of freedom;
Fishermen, to Him Who
from amongst fishermen chose catchers of men;
Publicans, to Him Who
from amongst them named a chosen Evangelist;
Sinful women, to Him
Who exposed His feet to the tears of the repentant;
And that I may embrace
them all together, all sinners have come, that they may look upon the Lamb of
God Who taketh away the sins of the world.
Sincere therefore all
rejoice, I, too, desire to rejoice. I,
too, wish to share the choral dance, to celebrate the festival. But I take my part, not plucking the harp,
not shaking the Thyrsian staff, not with the music of pipes, nor holding a
torch, but holding in my arms the cradle of Christ. For this is all my hope, this my life, this
my salvation, this my pipe, my harp. And
bearing it I come, and having from its power received the gift of speech, I,
too, with the angels, sing, Glory to God
in the Highest; and with the shepherds: and
on earth, peace to men of good will.
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