English Folk-Carols/The Little Room

by Anonymous

XVII.THE LITTLE ROOM.

THE LITTLE ROOM.

1As on my bed with grief oppressed
I laid me down to take my rest,
Into a dream most strange I fell,
Which to the world in brief I'll tell.

2Methought an angel all in white
Did come to me, when late at night,
And said: Prepare to go with me!
I'll show strange wonders unto thee.

3The angel forc-ed me to go—
Indeed, whether I would or no—
And, in a very little space,
He brought me to a glorious place.

4Upon a throne there sat a King;
Many melodiously did sing
All clothed in fine white array,
Which shined brighter than the day.

5It was so beautiful and fair
I fain would have continued there;
With that the angel said to me:
Poor soul this is no place for thee.

6A little further you must go
For something else I will show.
Then from this place I did depart,
Fullsore it grieved me to the heart.

7Into a little room we went
Where was a noisome stinking scent;
For want of sweeping many years
It like a dung-hill did appear.

8One came to clear the dirt away;
But it was grown to such decay
He could by no means clean the same;
It did the King's wrath much inflame.

9He said: It shall no longer stand;
I will destroy it out of hand;
There is no other hope I see—
This little room shall burned be.

10Another place he brought me to,
Most sad and dreadful to the view;
It grieved my heart to see the same
All full of sulphur, smoke and flame.

11One looked at me both fierce and grim,
Which made me tremble every limb;
My soul was filled with dread and fear,
I said: How long must I be here?

12To me the angel then replied:
Here, ever here, you must abide;
Except this room can cleansed be
There will be no relief for thee.

13The Prince said: Father! be free
To give that little room to me;
I'll put it in another frame,
My own heart's blood to cleanse the same.

14O then it was perfumed and done,
The King was willing that His Son
The greatest torture then could bear
To put the room in good repair.

15His blood was thrown upon the floor,
And water then was sprinkled o'er;
The room was suddenly made clean
And not one spot was to be seen.

16The angel came and said to me:
I now am come to set thee free.
then my joys were more and more
That I had seen my troubles o'er.

17Again he brought me to the room,
Where was a smell of rich perfume;
I was amazed to see the same,
For it was in another frame.

18Then to the angel I did say:
Interpret this to me, I pray,
Because it seemeth something strange
To see so wonderful a change.

19The angel said: This is the world;
It would have been to ashes hurled,
Had not Christ shed His blood so free
To cleanse the world and ransom thee.

20Although He died He lives again,
And with His Father now doth reign;
At His right hand He sits on high
And lives to all eternity.

21He'll come again to judge the world;
The wicked ones they shall be hurled
Into the pit of discontent,
Where wicked fiends they do torment.

22The righteous need not fear to die
For they shall be with Christ on high;
Although afflicted here on earth,
They will be happy after death.

23Then by the hand he did me take,
And said: Poor drowsy soul, awake!
Being awakened from my sleep,
My heart was full; then I did weep.

24To think my Christ so patiently
Did undergo such misery;
To free lost sinners from the grave
He shed His blood the world to save.

25I hope this dream is for my good.
Lord Jesus with Thy precious blood
Wash all my heinous sins away
And make me fit for the last day.

 

LITTLE ROOM.

SECOND PART.

1Another mystery behold!
I'll in the second part unfold;
These worthy poems I have penned
That all good Christians may attend.

2This mystery I do compare
Unto a gallant lady fair,
And a black king, that reigns below,
Who sought this lady's overthrow.

3The black king, having such a spite
Against this gallant lady bright,
Sent forth an order, or decree,
That she to death shall murdered be.

4According to the black king's laws.
Condemned to die this lady was.
When she her sentence came to know
Her tears like fountain streams did flow.

5Now when the lady's death was near,
A young Prince came and said: Don't fear!
For thou shalt not destroyed be;
I'll die myself to set thee free.

6Then straight spake up this same young Prince:
I'm come to stand in her defence;
Upon her be not too severe;
I'll die myself to set her clear.

7Then was it the young Prince's doom
To suffer in this lady's room.
For by these lines I briefly show
That you the mystery may know.

8First with the lady I'll begin;—
It is the soul condemned for sin,
Had not the Prince resigned His breath
To save it from eternal death.

9The black king Satan is, we know,
Who sought the soul to overthrow;
And the young Prince is Christ indeed,
Who on the cross for sin did bleed.