A HYMN
A hymn of glory let us sing;
New songs throughout the world shall ring;
By a new way none ever trod
Christ mounteth to the throne of God.
The apostles on the mountain stand, —
The mystic mount, in Holy Land;
They with the virgin mother, see
Jesus ascend in majesty.
The angels say to the eleven:
“Why stand ye gazing into heaven?
This is the Saviour, this is He!
Jesus hath triumphed gloriously!”
They said the Lord should come again,
As these beheld him rising then,
Calm soaring through the radiant sky.
Mounting its dazzling summits high.
May our affections thither tend,
And thither constantly ascend,
Where, seated on the Father’s throne,
Thee reigning in the heavens we own!
Be thou our present joy. Oh Lord!
Who wilt be ever our reward;
And, as the countless ages flee.
May all our glory be in Thee!
-Bede (c. 672/3 – 735)
Translated by Elizabeth Charles
Gladsome Lights 
Oh, this is so wonderfully put! I’ve never seen this.
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and it’s St. Bede’s feast today, did you know it? 😁
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I saw that somewhere, after posting the poem — but I’m afraid it didn’t really register until you just now mentioned it. How strange!
Thank you!
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This was wonderful & I thank you for sharing it. I don’t remember what I wrote to you, sorry it was cut off.
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I’m especially drawn to the last lines. Beautiful.
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Oh, I really liked Bede when we learnt about him in history! What wonderful words!
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