Saint Nicolas, Op 42: VIII. His piety and marvellous works
City of London Sinfonia /Trinity College Choir Cambridge
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For forty years our Nicholas
Our prince of men
Our shepherd and our gentle guide
Walked by our side
We turned to him at birth and death
In time of famine and distress
In all our griefs
To bring relief
He led us from the valleys
To the pleasant hills of grace
He fought to fold us in
From mortal sin
Oh he was prodigal of love
A spendthrift in devotion to us all
And blessed as he caressed
We keep his memory alive
In legends that our children
And their children's children treasure still
A captive at the heathen port
We're sorely all alone
Oh Nicholas is here my son
And he will bring you home
Still fill my sack with corn
We said we died from lack of food
And from that single sack
He fed our hungry multitude
We thought of a noble man
Who doomed to shameful sin
Till our good bishop ransomed them
By throwing purses in
The gates were barred
The black flag flew
Three men knelt by the block
But Nicholas burst in like flame
And stayed the axe's shock
Oh help us good Nicholas
Our ship is full of foam
He walked across the waves to them
And led them safely home
He sat among the bishops
Who were stunned and swooned by sin
Then rising with a rump of corn
Cops, barriers, his knee
He prayed to Constantine the Great
Who could bear that rook and man
Till Constantine confessed his sins
Like any common man
We turn to him at birth and death
In time of famine and distress
In all our griefs
To bring relief
We keep his memory alive
In legends that our children
And their children's children treasure still