The Burning Babe

The Burning Babe 歌词

歌曲 The Burning Babe
歌手 Sting
专辑 If On A Winter's Night
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作曲 : Chris Wood
作词 : Robert Southwell
As I in hoary winter's night
Stood shivering in the snow,
Surprised
I was with sudden heat
Which made my heart to glow;
And lifting up a fearful eye
To view what fire was near,
A pretty babe all burning bright
Did in the air appear;
Who, scorched with excessive heat,
Such floods of tears did shed,
As though
His floods should quench
His flames,
Which with
His tears were bred:'
Alas!' quoth
He, 'but newly born
In fiery heats
I fry,Yet none approach to warm their hearts
Or feel my fire but
I!'My faultless breast the furnace is;
The fuel, wounding thorns;
Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke;
The ashes, shames and scorns;
The fuel Justice layeth on,
And Mercy blows the coals,
The metal in this furnace wrought
Are men's defiled souls:
For which, as now on fire
I amTo work them to their good,
So will I melt into a bath,
To wash them in my blood.'
With this
He vanish'd out of sight
And swiftly shrunk away,
And straight
I called unto mind
That it was
Christmas
Day.
zuo qu : Chris Wood
zuo ci : Robert Southwell
As I in hoary winter' s night
Stood shivering in the snow,
Surprised
I was with sudden heat
Which made my heart to glow
And lifting up a fearful eye
To view what fire was near,
A pretty babe all burning bright
Did in the air appear
Who, scorched with excessive heat,
Such floods of tears did shed,
As though
His floods should quench
His flames,
Which with
His tears were bred:'
Alas!' quoth
He, ' but newly born
In fiery heats
I fry, Yet none approach to warm their hearts
Or feel my fire but
I!' My faultless breast the furnace is
The fuel, wounding thorns
Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke
The ashes, shames and scorns
The fuel Justice layeth on,
And Mercy blows the coals,
The metal in this furnace wrought
Are men' s defiled souls:
For which, as now on fire
I amTo work them to their good,
So will I melt into a bath,
To wash them in my blood.'
With this
He vanish' d out of sight
And swiftly shrunk away,
And straight
I called unto mind
That it was
Christmas
Day.
zuò qǔ : Chris Wood
zuò cí : Robert Southwell
As I in hoary winter' s night
Stood shivering in the snow,
Surprised
I was with sudden heat
Which made my heart to glow
And lifting up a fearful eye
To view what fire was near,
A pretty babe all burning bright
Did in the air appear
Who, scorched with excessive heat,
Such floods of tears did shed,
As though
His floods should quench
His flames,
Which with
His tears were bred:'
Alas!' quoth
He, ' but newly born
In fiery heats
I fry, Yet none approach to warm their hearts
Or feel my fire but
I!' My faultless breast the furnace is
The fuel, wounding thorns
Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke
The ashes, shames and scorns
The fuel Justice layeth on,
And Mercy blows the coals,
The metal in this furnace wrought
Are men' s defiled souls:
For which, as now on fire
I amTo work them to their good,
So will I melt into a bath,
To wash them in my blood.'
With this
He vanish' d out of sight
And swiftly shrunk away,
And straight
I called unto mind
That it was
Christmas
Day.
The Burning Babe 歌词
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