Augustine: Verse for Christmas; Sermon 187

I praise you, Lord!

Through you, all things were made,
You who are made in the midst of all things.
Maker of the sun,
Made under the sun.
Ruler of the stars,
Nursing at your mother’s breast.

Reveler of your Father
Creator of your mother
Son of God without a mother
Son of man without a father.

You are greater than the Day of angels,
But small in the day of men.
The Word of God before all time,
The Word made flesh at just the right time.

Unfolding all ages at the bosom of the Father
Unfolded this day from the womb of your mother;
With Him you remain,
From her you come forth.

Creator of heaven and earth
You are born on earth under heaven.
Unspeakably wise,
You are speechless.
Filling the world,
You lie in a manger.



Augustine: Verse for Christmas

Adam created. God born.

In innocence you named all creatures
In infancy you cannot speak
You who made time; made in time.

In boundless bliss you plunged us into darkness
Born in night to seek life for him who died
Older by eternity than the world; younger than all who marvel.

Man wishing to be God lost
God wishing to be man found
You who made man; made man.

Pressed down by pride
Exalted in humility
Giving existence to all; given life by the Virgin.

Adam created, God born.


The first (and because I am much better at starting than finishing, possibly last) in a series of poetic interpretations of Augustine’s Christmas sermons. For those keeping score at home: this is based on sermon 188 of the Benedictine/Maurist edition; English translation by Thomas Lawler in volume 15 of the Ancient Christian Writers series.