'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 wandering 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.
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 heaven
is born today for
you.
Come kneel before the
radiant boy
who brings you
beauty, peace and joy.
Jesus your King is
born,
Jesus is born, in
excelsis gloria.
The Angels
Sing
Huron Carol
Music: Jesous Ahatonhia
Text: Jean de Brebeuf,
translated from the Huron by Jesse Edgar Middleton
Images from
Bridge
Building
