The Citizen, 1990-11-28, Page 19THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1990. PAGE 19.
Good King Wenceslas
Good King Wenceslas look out
On the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay ’round about,
Deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night,
Tho’ the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gath’ring winter fuel!
“Hither, page, and stand by me,
If you know’st it, telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where, and what His Dwelling?”
“Sir, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain;
Right against the forest fence,
By St. Agnes’ fountain.”
“Bring me flesh and bring me wine,
Bring me pine logs hither;
Thou and I will see him dine,
When we bear Him thither.”
Page and monarch forth they went,
Forth they went together,
Through the rude wind’s wild lament,
And the bitter weather.
“Sir, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I know now how,
I can go no longer.”
“Mark my footsteps, good my page;
Tread thou in them boldly;
Thou shalt find the winter’s rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.”
In his master’s steps he trod,
Where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod
Which the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
Wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourself find blessing.
Away In The Manger
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed;
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet
head;
The stars in the bright sky looked down
where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes;
I love Thee, Lord Jesus; look down from
the sky,
And stay by my side until morning is
nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to
stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray;
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender
care.
And fit us for heaven to live with Thee
there.
Silent Hight,
Holy Night
Silent night, Holy night!
All is calm, all is bright.
’Round yon Virgin Mother and Child,
Holy infant so tender and mild;
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, Holy night!
Son of God, love’s pure light,
Radiant beams from Thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.
Rudolph the
Red-bted Reindeer
You know Dasher, and Dancer, Prancer
and Vixen,
Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen,
But do you recall
The most famous reindeer of all ...
Rudolph, the Red-nosed Reindeer,
Had a very shiny nose,
And if you ever saw it,
You would even say it glows!
All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names;
They would never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games.
Then one foggy Christmas eve,
Santa came to say:
Rudolph, with your nose so bright,
Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?
Then how the Reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee:
Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer,
You’ll go down in history!
Wto aiild Is Tffis?
[sung to the tune of Greensleeves]
What Child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, Haste to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Why lies He in such mean estate Where
ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear; for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come, peasant, King to own Him;
The King of Kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
O Come All
Ye Faithful
O come, all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye,
To Bethlehem;
Come and behold Him,
Born the King of Angels,
0 come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
0 come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing all ye citizens,
Of Heaven above,
Glory to God,
In the highest,
0 come let us adore Him,
O come let us Adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
Angels From Realms
Angels from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o’er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation’s story
Now proclaim Messiah’s Birth;
Come and worship
Worship Christ, the newborn King.
Shepherds in the field abiding,
Watching o’er your flocks by night,
God with man is now residing,
Yonder shines the infant light;
Come and worship
Worship Christ, the newborn King.
Sages, leave your contemplations
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations,
Ye have seen His Natal Star;
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn King.
If Came Upon
The Midnight Clear
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
to touch their harps of gold;
“Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heaven’s all gracious King.”
The world in solemn stillness Jay
To hear the angels sing.
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And men at war with men, hear not
The words of peace they bring;
O hush the noise ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing.
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