THE HIGH KING’S DESCENT
A Celtic High Cross in Ireland The Liturgical Hymn of Holy Saturday in the Ancient Church of the West Our High King resteth in shadowed earth, Sabbath of stillness before the new birth; Still are the hills and the hush of the wave, Stone lieth sealed at the mouth of the grave. Still is the wind over meadow and sea, Still is the world in its waiting to be; Yet in the deep where no eye may see, God worketh hidden in mystery. Heaven beholdeth while earth yet is sealed, Depths are divided though nothing revealed; Throned in the highest, yet treading the grave, Lord of all worlds, both to conquer and save. Veil now is thinned between shadow and light, Near are the realms in the hush of the night; Here in the stillness all borders are crossed, Life seeketh life in the place of the lost. Tree of the Garden, now Tree of the Cross, Bearing the fruit that redeemeth our loss; Carved in the High Cross, with knot without end, Stories of sorrow in glory now blend. Adam is sleeping in dust of the fal...
