Come All Ye Faithful) is a favorite carol. It was the first carol we
learned in Latin. A few years later I discovered Athanasius, who
fought valiantly for the deity of Christ. Every time we sing
“Ver—–ry God, Begotten, not created” I get choked up and say a
prayer of thanks for Athanasius, God’s gift to the early church.
“God…is born from the guts of a girl.”
The hymn is “Adeste Fideles,” composed in the eighteenth centry (in a very medieval spirit) by John F. Wade. The full text of the cited quotation is
Gestant puellae viscera”
The second line was unfortunately translated in the nineteenth century by Frederick Oakley as “Lo! he abhors not the Virgin’s womb.”
A Christmas poem by C.S. Lewis from A Widening Light
I see a glory in the stable grow
Which, with the ox’s dullness might at length
Give me an ox’s strength.
Among the assess (stubborn I as they)
I see my Saviour where I looked for hay;
So may my beastlike folly learn at least
The patience of a beast.
Among the sheep (I like a sheep have strayed)
I watch the manger where my Lord is laid;
Oh that my baa-ing nature would win thence
Some wooly innocence!