The Huron Carol
Compiled by Catherine Fournier
'Twas in the moon of winter-time
When all the birds
had fled,
That mighty Gitchi Manitou
Sent
angel choirs instead;
Before their light the stars
grew dim,
And wandering hunter heard the hymn:
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,
In excelsis
gloria.
Within a lodge of broken bark
The tender Babe was
found,
A ragged robe of rabbit skin
Enwrapp'd His beauty round;
But as the hunter
braves drew nigh,
The angel song rang loud and
high...:
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,
In excelsis
gloria.
O children of the forest free,
O sons of
Manitou,
The Holy Child of earth and heaven
Is born today for you.
Come kneel before the
radiant Boy
Who brings you beauty, peace and
joy.
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,
In excelsis
gloria.
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