God Bless Us, Every One!

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We did it!

The grand total for the Saint Laika Advent Appeal 2014 is…

£855

I am one happy bunny.

A huge, big thank you to those who contributed and those who supported the campaign with their prayers and encouragement.

Donna, Carol, James. Margaret, Sara, Mark, Noel, Susan, Andy, Christopher, Richard, Kathleen, Michael, Kenny, Randy, Bindy, David, Michelle, Mary Beth, Chris, Tim, Dora, Jonathan, Jay, John, Huw, Andrew, June, Joan, Margaret, Geoffrey, Eleanor, Jenny, Chris, John, Wade and Neal.

This Christmas I’m mostly listening to a carol that I cannot remember having heard before. It’s entitled “Rorate Coeli Desuper” but it’s not the Advent Prose. Rather it’s based on the poem, “On the Nativity of Christ” by Scottish, makar poet, William Dunbar, who was a far, far better poet than Robbie Burns.

Rorate coeli desuper!
Hevins, distil your balmy schouris!
For now is risen the bricht day-ster,
Fro the rose Mary, flour of flouris:
The cleir Sone, quhom no cloud devouris,
Surmounting Phebus in the Est,
Is cumin of his hevinly touris:
Et nobis Puer natus est.

Archangellis, angellis, and dompnationis,
Tronis, potestatis, and marteiris seir,
And all ye hevinly operationis,
Ster, planeit, firmament, and spheir,
Fire, erd, air, and water cleir,
To Him gife loving, most and lest,
That come in to so meik maneir;
Et nobis Puer natus est.

Synnaris be glad, and penance do,
And thank your Maker hairtfully;
For he that ye micht nocht come to
To you is cumin full humbly
Your soulis with his blood to buy
And loose you of the fiendis arrest—
And only of his own mercy;
Pro nobis Puer natus est.

All clergy do to him inclyne,
And bow unto that bairn benyng,
And do your observance divyne
To him that is of kingis King:
Encense his altar, read and sing
In holy kirk, with mind degest,
Him honouring attour all thing
Qui nobis Puer natus est.

Celestial foulis in the air,
Sing with your nottis upon hicht,
In firthis and in forrestis fair
Be myrthful now at all your mycht;
For passit is your dully nicht,
Aurora has the cloudis perst,
The Sone is risen with glaidsum licht,
Et nobis Puer natus est.

Now spring up flouris fra the rute,
Revert you upward naturaly,
In honour of the blissit frute
That raiss up fro the rose Mary;
Lay out your levis lustily,
Fro deid take life now at the lest
In wirschip of that Prince worthy
Qui nobis Puer natus est.

Sing, hevin imperial, most of hicht!
Regions of air mak armony!
All fish in flud and fowl of flicht
Be mirthful and mak melody!
All Gloria in excelsis cry!
Heaven, erd, se, man, bird, and best,—
He that is crownit abone the sky
Pro nobis Puer natus est!

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