CHORAL MUSIC BY JONATHAN DOVE - Abeille Musique
CHORAL MUSIC BY JONATHAN DOVE - Abeille Musique
CHORAL MUSIC BY JONATHAN DOVE - Abeille Musique
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6 I am the day, soon to be born …<br />
I am alpha and o, and omega!<br />
Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel,<br />
O come, O come Emmanuel,<br />
Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel shall come to thee.<br />
I am the sprig from the root of David and the bright star of<br />
the morning.<br />
I am the first and the last, the beginning and the end.<br />
THE LEGEND OF ST CHRISTOPHER; REVELATION 22: 16, 13<br />
7 Wellcome, all wonders in one sight!<br />
Eternitie shut in a span.<br />
Summer in winter, day in night,<br />
Heaven in Earth, and God in man;<br />
Great little one, whose all embracing birth<br />
Lifts earth to heav’n, stoops heav’n to earth.<br />
We saw thee in thy balmy nest,<br />
Bright dawn of our eternall day;<br />
We saw thine eyes breake from their East,<br />
And chase the trembling shades away,<br />
We saw thee and we blest the sight,<br />
We saw thee, by thine own sweet light.<br />
To thee, meeke majestie! soft King<br />
Of simple graces and sweet loves,<br />
Each of us his Lamb will bring,<br />
Each his paire of silver doves,<br />
Till burnt at last in fire of thy faire eyes,<br />
Our selves become our owne best sacrifice.<br />
RICHARD CRASHAW (1612–1649)<br />
The Star-Song<br />
8 Tell us, thou clear and heavenly tongue,<br />
Where is the Babe but lately sprung?<br />
Lies he the lily-banks among?<br />
Or say, if this new Birth of ours<br />
Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers,<br />
Spangled with dew-light; thou canst clear<br />
All doubts, and manifest the where.<br />
Declare to us, bright star, if we shall seek<br />
Him in the morning’s blushing cheek,<br />
Or search the beds of spices through,<br />
To find him out?<br />
8<br />
No, this ye need not do;<br />
But only come and see Him rest<br />
A Princely Babe in’s mother’s breast.<br />
He’s seen, He’s seen! why then a round,<br />
Let’s kiss the sweet and holy ground;<br />
And all rejoice, that we have found<br />
A King before conception crown’d.<br />
Come then, come then, and let us bring<br />
Unto our pretty Twelfth-tide King,<br />
Each one his several offering;<br />
And when night comes, we’ll give Him wassailing;<br />
And that His treble honours may be seen,<br />
We’ll choose Him King, and make His mother Queen.<br />
ROBERT HERRICK (1591–1674)<br />
The Three Kings<br />
soprano solos FOLASADE-NELLEKE LADIPO, SOPHIE GALLAGHER<br />
9 O balow, balow la lay.<br />
The first king was very young,<br />
With doleful ballads on his tongue,<br />
He came bearing a branch of myrrh<br />
Than which no gall is bitterer,<br />
O balow, balow la lay,<br />
Gifts for a baby King, O.<br />
The second king was a man in prime,<br />
The solemn priest of a solemn time,<br />
With eyes downcast and reverent feet<br />
He brought his incense sad and sweet,<br />
The third king was very old,<br />
Both his hands were full of gold,<br />
Many a gaud and glittering toy,<br />
Baubles brave for a baby boy.<br />
DOROTHY L SAYERS (1893–1957)<br />
© Copyright 1916 The Trustees of Anthony Fleming Deceased<br />
Reprinted by permission of David Higham Associates<br />
bl Run, shepherds, run! Run, shepherds, run to Bethlehem.<br />
Run, shepherds, run where Bethlem blest appears,<br />
We bring the best of news, be not dismayed:<br />
A Saviour there is born, more old than years,<br />
Amidst heaven’s rolling heights this earth who stayed.