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<h2>FROM HEAVEN ABOVE TO EARTH I COME</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.” Luke 2:10</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_l_u_luther_m.jpg" alt="Martin Luther - Portrait by Lucas Cranach the Elder, 1529" width="131.333333333333" height="162"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_l_u_luther_m.html">Martin Luther</a>, 1531 (<em>Von Himmel hoch da komm ich her</em>); translated from German to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_i_winkworth_c.html" target="_blank">Catherine Winkworth</a> in <em>Lyra Germanica</em>, 1855, alt.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Von Himmel Hoch,” from <em>Geistliche Lieder</em>, by Valentin Schumann (Leipzig, Germany: 1539); harmony by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_bach_js.html" target="_blank">Johann Sebastian Bach</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_v_o_vonhimml.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p class="just">Luther wrote this hymn for his five year old son Hans; it was not published until four years later. It was sung at the annual Christmas Eve festival at the Luther home: a man dressed as an angel would sing the opening verses, then the children would greet him with the verse, “Welcome to earth, thou noble guest…”</p>
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<p>From heaven above to earth I come,<br>
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To bear good news to every home;<br>
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Glad tidings of great joy I bring,<br>
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Whereof I now will say and sing.</p>
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<p>To you, this night, is born a Child<br>
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Of Mary, chosen mother mild;<br>
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This tender Child of lowly birth,<br>
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Shall be the joy of all your earth.</p>
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<p>’Tis Christ our God, who far on high<br>
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Had heard your sad and bitter cry;<br>
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Himself will your Salvation be,<br>
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Himself from sin will make you free.</p>
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<p>He brings those blessings long ago<br>
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Prepared by God for all below;<br>
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That in His heavenly kingdom blest<br>
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You may with us forever rest.</p>
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<p>These are the tokens ye shall mark,<br>
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The swaddling clothes and manger dark;<br>
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There shall ye find the young Child laid,<br>
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By Whom the heavens and earth were made.</p>
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<p>Now let us all, with gladsome cheer,<br>
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Follow the shepherds, and draw near<br>
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To see this wondrous Gift of God,<br>
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Who hath His own dear Son bestowed.</p>
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<p>Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes!<br>
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What is it in yon manger lies?<br>
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Who is this Child, so young and fair?<br>
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The blessèd Christ Child lieth there!</p>
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<p>Welcome to earth, thou noble Guest,<br>
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Through Whom e’en wicked men are blest!<br>
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Thou com’st to share our misery,<br>
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What can we render, Lord, to Thee!</p>
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<p>Ah, Lord, Who hast created all,<br>
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How hast Thou made Thee weak and small,<br>
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To lie upon the coarse dry grass,<br>
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The food of humble ox and ass.</p>
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<p>And were the world ten times as wide,<br>
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With gold and jewels beautified,<br>
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It would be far too small to be<br>
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A little cradle, Lord, for Thee.</p>
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<p>Thy silk and velvet are coarse hay,<br>
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Thy swaddling bands the mean array,<br>
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With which even Thou, a King so great,<br>
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Art clad as with a robe of state.</p>
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<p>Thus hath it pleased Thee to make plain<br>
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The truth to us, poor fools and vain,<br>
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That this world’s honor, wealth and might<br>
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Are naught and worthless in Thy sight.</p>
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<p>Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child,<br>
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Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,<br>
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Here in my poor heart’s inmost shrine,<br>
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That I may evermore be Thine.</p>
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<p>My heart for very joy doth leap,<br>
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My lips no more can silence keep,<br>
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I too must sing, with joyful tongue,<br>
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That sweetest ancient cradle song.</p>
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<p>Glory to God in highest heaven,<br>
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Who unto man His Son hath given,<br>
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While angels sing, with pious mirth,<br>
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A glad New Year to all the earth.</p>
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