From Starry Heav’n Descending
September 6, 2020 by memullin
A Catholic Hymn
From starry heav’n descending,
The King of worth untold
Was born in manger dwelling,
Amid the winter’s cold
Infant Savior, Child Divine!
Thy trembling, baby from I see.
O Blessed Lord of all!
How great the cost to Thee to show Thy love for me.
How great the cost to Thee to show Thy love for me.
For Thee, the world’s creator,
My God, so great, so good!
There was no warning shelter,
Nor wealth of robe, nor food.
Dearest Babe, how poor Thy state,
To lie among the sheep and kine.
O Thou, my Chosen One,
Whatever love is mine, shall more and more be Thine.
Whatever love is mine, shall more and more be Thine.
Thou weepest, Lord, full knowing
Of my ingratitude,
When love alone Thou gavest
And ever sought my good.
Holy Babe, my heart’s desire!
I’ve lived too long away from Thee.
I will no more Thee grieve;
For now my aim shall be to love and honor thee,
For now my aim shall be to love and honor Thee.
J. R. Newell
Rooted and Grounded 