The Citizen, 1992-12-09, Page 16PAGE 16. THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 9,1992.
Wk Three ‘Kfngs
We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts; we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
Refrain:
A star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to the perfect light.
Solo (Melchoir)
Bom a King on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
Solo (Caspar)
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, God most High.
Solo (Balthazar)
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and Sacrifice;
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Earth to the heaven's replies.
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White Shepherds
Wkitch ‘Their ‘/lochs
While shepherds watch their flocks by
night,
All seated on the ground,
The Angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
“Fear not,” said he, for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind;
“Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.”
“To you, in David's town, this day,
Is bom of David's line
A Saviour who is Christ the Lord;
And this shall be the sign:
“The heavenly Babe you there shall find
To human view display'd,
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid.”
Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Appear'd a shining throng
Of Angels, praising God, who thus
Address'd their joyful song:
L“All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace;
Goodwill henceforth, from heaven to men
Begin, and never cease.”
O Little ‘Town
of TTethlehem
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie.
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
For Christ is bom of Mary;
And, gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing of God and King,
And peace, to men on earth.
How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is given.
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear His coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him, still
The dear Christ enters in.
O Holy Child of Bethlehem,
Descend on us, we pray,
Cast out our sin, and enter in;
Be bom in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord, Emmanuel.
Soy ‘To ‘The ‘1/Torld
Joy to the world! the Lord has come;
Let earth receive her King;
Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room,
And heav'n ana nature sing,
And heav'n and nature sing,
And heav’n and heav'n ana nature sing.
Joy to the world! The Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks hills and
plains
Repeat the sounding joy; repeat the
sounding joy;
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove,
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love, and wonders of
His love;
And wonders, wonders of His love.
Qood ‘King
Wknceslas
Good King Wenceslas looked 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.
Let It Snow
Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I brought some com for popping;
The lights are turned way down low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
When we finally kiss good night,
How I'll hate going out in the storm;
But if you'll really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.
The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we’re still good-byeing,
But as long as you love me so,
Let it snow, let it snow, lei it snow.
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