Scripture Verse

A great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom His favor rests. Luke 2:13–14


Jean de Brébeuf (1593–1649)

Words: Jean de Bré­beuf, cir­ca 1643. Trans­lat­ed from Hur­on to Eng­lish by J. Ed­gar Mid­dle­ton, 1926.

Music: Je­sous Aha­ton­hia (🔊 pdf nwc).


’Twas in the moon of win­ter­time,
When all the birds had fled,
That migh­ty Git­chi Ma­ni­tou
Sent an­gel choirs in­stead;
Before their light the stars grew dim,
And won­der­ing hunt­ers heard the hymn:


Jesus your king is born,
Jesus is born,
In ex­cel­sis glor­ia.

Within a lodge of brok­en bark
The ten­der babe was found,
A rag­ged robe of rab­bit skin
Enwrapped His beau­ty round;
But as the hunt­er braves drew nigh,
The an­gel song rang loud and high:


The ear­li­est moon of win­ter­time
Is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glo­ry on
The help­less In­fant there.
The chiefs from far be­fore Him knelt
With gifts of fox and bea­ver pelt.


O child­ren of the for­est free,
O seed of Ma­ni­tou,
The ho­ly Child of earth and Heav’n
Is born to­day for you.
Come kneel before the ra­di­ant Boy,
Who brings you beau­ty, peace and joy.


Moonlit Winter Landscape
Remigius van Haanen (1812–1894)