Four Horns

Where're the angels, O majesty
Then four horns declared His praise
With the virgin in the stable
In her bosom where He laid

Called her heart now, leaping livid
With the touch of Holy fire
Warms the tongues of weary travelers
Lends them songs of such desire

Now the wind is moaning softly
As the rafters flexed and waned
From the weight of God the Father
Stepping down from His great plain

To His servants, heir from lineage
And on down to you and I
From that place of desperation
Into our calamity