The Burning Babe歌词

作词 : Robert Southwell
作曲 : Chris Wood
As I in hoary winter's night
Stood shivering in the snow,
Surprised
I was with sudden heat
Which made my heart to glow;
And lifting up a fearful eye
To view what fire was near,
A pretty babe all burning bright
Did in the air appear;
Who, scorched with excessive heat,
Such floods of tears did shed,
As though
His floods should quench
His flames,
Which with
His tears were bred:'
Alas!' quoth
He, 'but newly born
In fiery heats
I fry,Yet none approach to warm their hearts
Or feel my fire but
I!'My faultless breast the furnace is;
The fuel, wounding thorns;
Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke;
The ashes, shames and scorns;
The fuel Justice layeth on,
And Mercy blows the coals,
The metal in this furnace wrought
Are men's defiled souls:
For which, as now on fire
I amTo work them to their good,
So will I melt into a bath,
To wash them in my blood.'
With this
He vanish'd out of sight
And swiftly shrunk away,
And straight
I called unto mind
That it was
Christmas
Day.