16 February 2014

Alleluia, a song of sweetness

It will not be very long now before the great Alleluia is not heard in our churches for many weeks.  As such, and given that every Sunday is, as it were, a "little Easter," I was happy to find in the postings of A Clerk of Oxford the lyrics to an Anglo-Saxon hymn concerning the great word of praise:
'Alleluia', song of sweetness,
voice of joy that cannot die;
'alleluia' is the anthem
ever raised by choirs on high;
in the house of God abiding
thus they sing eternally.

'Alleluia' thou resoundest,
true Jerusalem and free;
'alleluia', joyful mother,
all thy children sing with thee;
but by Babylon's sad waters
mourning exiles now are we.

'Alleluia' cannot always
be our song while here below;
'alleluia' our transgressions
make us for awhile forgo;
for the solemn time is coming
when our tears for sin must flow.

Therefore in our hymns we pray thee,
grant us, blessed Trinity,
at the last to keep thine Easter,
in our home beyond the sky,
there to thee for ever singing
'alleluia' joyfully.

And now, for your listening enjoyment, an Alleluia from the great Mozart:


Happy Sunday!

1 comment:

  1. I love that Alleluia from Mozart! It reminds me of when the young adults of Austria sing it, after Cardinal Innitzer announced what Hitler had declared. Beautiful!

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