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Il Est Ne, Le Divin Enfant


Jesus Christ is born today!

Or, as my favourite French carol has it, ‘Il est né, le divin enfant’

Il est ne, le divin Enfant,
Jouez, hautbois, resonnez, musettes;
Il est ne, le divin Enfant;
Chantons tous son avenement!

1. Depuis plus de quatre mille ans,
Nous le promettaient les Prophetes;
Depuis plus de quatre mille ans,
Nous attendions cet heureux temps. Chorus

2. Ah! qu’il est beau, qu’il est charmant,
Que ses graces sont parfaites!
Ah! qu’il est beau, qu’il est charmant,
Qu’il est doux le divin Enfant! Chorus

3. Une etable est son logement,
Un peu de paille, sa couchette,
Une etable est son logement,
Pour un Dieu, quel abaissement! Chorus

4. O Jesus! O Roi tout puissant!
Tout petit enfant que vous etes,
O Jesus! O Roi tout puissant!
Regnez sur nous entierement! Chorus

He is born, the divine Christ child.

Play on the oboe and bagpipes merrily.
He is born, the divine Christ child.
Sing we all of the Saviour’s birth

1. Through long ages of the past,
Prophets have foretold his coming;
Through long ages of the past,
Now the time has come at last. Chorus

2. Oh, how lovely, oh, how pure.
Is this perfect child of heaven.
Oh, how lovely, oh, how pure,
Gracious gift of God, to man.  Chorus

3. Jesus, Lord of all the world,
Coming as a child among us,
Jesus, Lord of all the world,
Grant to us Thy heav’nly peace.  Chorus

Lay Anglicana wishes all its readers, and all Christians everywhere, a very happy and blessed Christmas.

3 comments on this post:

Joyce said...

Thank you, Laura. I loved this when I was at school. We had a dedicated and enthusiastic French teacher to whom I’ll always be grateful. This carol has been going through my head for days. What a lovely surprise to sign on tonight and find it here.

Laura Sykes said...

I learnt it when I was twelve (too?) – I was sent to spend Christmas with a French family to improve my French (family being in India and plane ticket then unaffordable). A strange experience in many ways as I met them for the first time on arrival. But they sang this carol round their crib scene every evening and I learnt it with them. I did know some other French carols but must admit that I can no longer remember them, not even Silent Night :>)

Joyce said...

Yes, I’d have been twelve when I was taught this in the second year of senior school, about the time my French was beginning to outstrip my Welsh. Your ‘too’ was right,Laura. It’s a sad thing, I think, that we have in recent years had regulations imposed upon us that virtually rule out the kind of cultural interaction you took part in between schoolchildren and unknown foreign families. Parents worried a lot less then anyway,or seemed to.
You’ve reminded me also how costly it used to be for travel of any kind, especially to go abroad. Plane tickets for ‘long haul’ could cost more than a small house. At Christmas the big event in a normal British family was not to fly across the world to visit relatives, but to book a phone call to them,which itself was so relatively expensive it only happened once or twice a year. India for three weeks and then back again would have been beyond imagination.
School trips even in this country were ‘saved up for’ over several months with the pupils taking in a shilling or so every week. If we were going to France or Spain for ten days,staying in local hotels,we had start taking in our five bobs the year before. In the winter of 1958 we were asked if we wanted to go to The Olympic Games in Rome in the summer of 1960.
Christmas in France would have seemed exotic and adventurous to most children then.(,It certainly would to me who thought England was odd enough 🙂 )To people born fifteen years after us who think little of popping over to New York for Christmas shopping, that must sound strange.

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