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					                                            O Come, O come, Emmanuel
12th cent. Tr.vv 1-4, T A Lacey; v 5, J M Neale                                                VENI EMMANUEL        Plainsong, 15th cent
                                                                                                Metrical Harmonisation W McArton 2005




                 1. O come, O come, Emmanuel!                                 3. O come, O come, thou Dayspring bright!
                     Redeem thy captive Israel                                    Pour on our souls thy healing light;
                    That into exile drear is gone,                               Dispel the long night's ling'ring gloom,
                Far from the face of God's dear Son.                              And pierce the shadows of the tomb.
                      Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel                                                Rejoice! &c
                      Shall come to thee, O Israel.
                                                                                 4. O come, thou Lord of David's Key!
             2. O come, thou Branch of Jesse! Draw                                The royal doors fling wide and free;
                 The quarry from the lion's claw;                                  Safeguard for us the heav'nly road,
               From the dread caverns of the grave,                                And bar the way to death's abode.
                From nether hell, thy people save.                                             Rejoice! &c
                            Rejoice! &c

                                                  5. O come, O come, thou Lord of might,
                                                     Who to thy tribes on Sinai's height
                                                     In ancient times didst give the law,
                                                       In cloud, and majesty, and awe.
                                                                   Rejoice! &c
                                       O little town of Bethlehem
Bp Phillips Brooks 1835-1893                                                                      FOREST GREEN    English Trad




    . O little town of Bethlehem,               2. O morning stars together,            3. How silently, how silently,
       how still we see thee lie!                  proclaim the holy birth,              the wondrous Gift is given;
  Above thy deep and dreamless sleep          And praises sing to God the King,        So God imparts to human hearts
         the silent stars go by.                 and peace to men on earth!              the blessings of His heaven.
    Yet in thy dark streets shineth              For Christ is born of Mary,            No ear may hear His coming,
         the everlasting Light;                    and gathered all above,                  but in this world of sin,
  The hopes and fears of all the years       While mortals sleep, the angels keep   Where meek souls will receive Him still,
        are met in thee tonight.               their watch of wondering love.              the dear Christ enters in.

               4. Where children pure and happy                                5. O holy Child of Bethlehem,
                   pray to the blessed Child,                                      descend to us, we pray;
                Where misery cries out to Thee,                                 Cast out our sin, and enter in,
                    Son of the mother mild;                                          be born in us today.
                 Where charity stands watching                                 We hear the Christmas angels,
                 and faith holds wide the door,                                   the great glad tidings tell;
             The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,                            O come to us, abide with us,
                and Christmas comes once more.                                      Our Lord Emmanuel.
                                             Hark, the herald angels sing
Charles Wesley 1707-1788, slightly altered                  MENDELSSOHN   adapted from a chorus by F Mendelssohn 1800-1847




                  1. Hark! the herald Angels sing,                 3. Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
                   "Glory to the new-born King;                        Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
                  Peace on earth, and mercy mild,                       Light and life to all he brings,
                    God and sinners reconciled!"                       Risen with healing in his Wings;
                      Joyful, all ye nations, rise.                        Mild he lays his glory by,
                    Join the triumph of the skies.                     Born that man no more may die,
                   With th' angelic host proclaim,                      Born to raise the sons of earth,
                   "Christ is born in Bethlehem!"                      Born to give them second birth.
                     Hark! the herald Angels sing,                                  Hark! &c
                     "Glory to the new-born King."

               2. Christ, by highest heaven adored,                   4. Come, Desire of nations come,
                   Christ, the everlasting Lord,                         Fix in us thy humble home;
                  Late in time behold him come,                      Rise, the woman's conquering seed,
                  Off-spring of a Virgin's womb.                       Bruise in us the serpent's head.
                 Veiled in flesh the Godhead see!                      Now display thy saving power,
                    Hail, the incarnate Deity!                           Ruined nature now restore,
                Pleased as man with man to dwell,                         Now in mystic union join
                      Jesus, our Emmanuel.                             Thine to ours, and ours to thine.
                             Hark! &c                                               Hark! &c
                                 Adeste fidelis / O Come, all ye faithful
Text: Latin of J F Wade (1743) tr. F. Oakley, W T Brookes, et al                   ADESTE FIDELIS Tune attrib. J F Wade 1743
                                                                                         Hamonisation from The English Hymnal




               1. Adeste fideles laeti triumphantes,               1a. O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
                  Veníte, veníte in Bethlehem.                           O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.
                Natum vidéte, Regem Angelorum:                      Come and behold him, born the King of angels:
                         Veníte adoremus,                                     O come, let us adore him,
                         venite adoremus,                                     O come, let us adore him,
                    venite adoremus Dominum.                           O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.

                2. Deum de Deo, lu-men de lúmine,                          2a. God of God, Light of Light,
                     gestant puellae viscera;                            Lo! He abhors not the Virgin's womb;
                Deum verum, genitum non factum:                            Very God, begotten, not created;
                             Venite &c                                              O come, &c

                3.Cantet nunc io chorus Angelórum,                   3a. Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation,
                   cantet nunc aula caelestium:                          Sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above,
                      Gloria in excelsis Deo:                                Glory to God in the highest;
                              Veníte , &c                                             O come, &c


       4.See how the shepherds, summoned to his cradle,             5.Child, for us sinners poor and in the manger,
        Leaving their flocks, draw nigh with lowly fear,             we would embrace thee, with love and awe;
         We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps:             who would not love thee, loving us so dearly?
                           O come, &c                                                   O come, &c

				
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