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Green Grow'th the Holly
02:09
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Green grow’th the holly
So doth the ivy
Though winter blasts blow ne’er so high
Green grow’th the holly
Gay are the flowers
Hedgerows and ploughlands
The days grow longer in the sun
Soft fall the showers
Full gold the harvest
Grain for thy labor
With God must work for daily bread
Else, man, thou starvest
Fast fall the shed leaves
Russet and yellow
But resting buds are smug and safe
Where swung the dead leaves
Green grow’th the holly
So doth the ivy
The God of life can never die
Hope! Saith the holly
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Resonet in laudibus
01:07
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Resonet in laudibus
Cum jucundis plausibus
Sion cum fidelibus
Apparuit quem genuit Maria!
Christus natus hodie
Ex Maria Virgine
Sine virili semine:
Apparuit quem genuit Maria!
Pueri, concinite,
Nato Regi, psallite,
Voce pia dicite:
Apparuit quem genuit Maria!
Sion, lauda Dominum,
Salvatorem hominum,
Purgatorem criminum:
Apparuit quem genuit Maria!
Deo laus et gloria,
Virtus et victoria,
Perpete memoria:
Apparuit quem genuit Maria!
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Swete was the song the Virgine soong
When she to Bethlem Juda came
And was deliver'd of hir Sonne
Who blessed Jesus hath to Name.
"Lulla, lulla, lulla, lullaby,
Lulla, lulla, lulla, lullaby,
Swete Babe!" soong shee;
"My Sonne and eke my Saviour borne,
Which hath vouchsafed from an high
To visitt us that ware forlorne.
La lulla, la lulla, la lullaby,
Swete Babe!" soong she,
And rockt him featly one hir knee.
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Sons of men, behold from far,
Hail the long-expected star!
Jacob's star, that gilds the night,
Guides bewildered nature right.
Fear not hence that ill should flow;
Wars and pestilence below;
Wars it bids, and tumults cease,
Ush'ring in the Prince of Peace.
Mild it shines on all beneath,
Piercing through the shades of death;
Scatt'ring error's wide-spread night,
Kindling darkness into light.
Nations all, remote and near,
Haste to see your God appear:
Haste, for Him your hearts prepare,
Meet Him manifested there.
There behold the Day-spring rise,
Pouring light upon your eyes:
See it chase the shades away,
Shining to the perfect day.
Sing, ye morning stars again,
God descends on earth to reign,
Deigns for man His life to employ;
Shout, ye sons of God, for joy.
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Away in a manger
01:50
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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.
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I syng of a Mayden
01:44
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I syng of a mayden
þat is makeles,
kyng of alle kynges
to here sone che ches.
He cam also stylle
þer his moder was
as dew in aprylle,
þat fallyt on þe gras.
He cam also stylle
to his moderes bowr
as dew in aprille,
þat fallyt on þe flour.
He cam also stylle
þer his moder lay
as dew in Aprille,
þat fallyt on þe spray.;
Moder & mayden
was neuer non but che –
wel may swych a lady
Godes moder be.
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7. |
Verbum Patris Umanatur
01:21
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Verbum Patris umanatur, O! O!
Dum puella salutatur, O! O!
Salutata fecundatur viri nescia.
He! he! hei! nova gaudia!
Novus modus geniture, O! O!
Sed excedens ius nature, O! O!
Dum unitur creature Creans omnia.
He! he! hei! nova gaudia!
Audi partum praeter morem, O! O!
Virgo parit Salvatorem, O! O!
Creatura Creatorem, Patrem filia.
He! he! hei! nova gaudia!
In parente Salvatoris, O! O!
Non est parens nostri moris, O! O!
Virgo parit, nec pudoris marcent lilia.
He! he! hei! nova gaudia!
Homo Deus nobis datur, O! O!
Datus nobis demonstratur, O! O!
Dum pax terris nuntiatur celis gloria.
He! he! hei! nova gaudia!
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REFRAIN: Ther is no rose of swych vertu
As is the rose that bare Jhesu.
Ther is no rose of swych vertu
As is the rose that bare Jhesu.
Alleluya.
For in this rose conteynyd was
Heven and erthe in lyttyl space,
Resmiranda.
Be that rose we may weel see
That he is God in personys thre,
Pariforma.
The aungelys sungyn the sheperdes to:
'Gloria in excelsis Deo.'
Gaudeamus.
Leive we al this worldly merthe,
And folwe we this joyful berthe:
Transeamus.
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A solis ortus cardine
05:06
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A solis ortus cardine
Ad usque terrae limitem
Christum canamus Principem,
Natum Maria Virgine.
Beatus auctor saeculi
Servile corpus induit,
Ut carne carnem liberans
Non perderet quod condidit.
Clausae1 parentis viscera
Caelestis intrat gratia;
Venter puellae baiulat
Secreta quae non noverat.
Domus pudici pectoris
Templum repente fit Dei;
Intacta nesciens virum
Verbo concepit Filium.2
Enixa3 est puerpera
Quem Gabriel praedixerat,
Quem matris alvo gestiens4
Clausus Ioannes senserat.5
Foeno iacere pertulit,
Praesepe non abhorruit,
Parvoque lacte pastus est6
Per quem nec ales esurit.
Gaudet chorus caelestium
Et Angeli canunt Deum,
Palamque fit pastoribus
Pastor, Creator omnium.
Gloria tibi, Domine,
Qui natus es de Virgine,
Cum Patre et Sancto Spiritu,
In sempiterna saecula. Amen.
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10. |
A Virgin most pure
04:55
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A virgin most pure, as the Prophets do tell,
Hath brought forth a baby, as it hath befell,
To be our Redeemer from death, hell and sin,
Which Adam’s transgression had wrapped us in.
Refrain
Aye, and therefore be you merry,
Rejoice and be merry,
Set sorrow aside;
Christ Jesus our Savior was born on this tide.
At Bethlehem city in Jewry a City there was
Where Joseph and Mary together did pass,
And there to be taxed, with many one more,
For Cæsar commanded the same should be so.
But, when they had entered the city so fair
A number of people so mighty was there,
That Joseph and Mary, whose substance was small,
Could get in the Inn there6 no lodging at all.
Then were they constrained in a stable to lie,
Where horses and asses6a they us'd for to tie;
Their lodging so simple they held it no scorn,
But against the next morning our Saviour was born.
The King of all kings to this world being brought,
Small store of fine linen to wrap him was sought,
And when she had swaddled her young son so sweet,
Within an ox manger she laid him to sleep.
Then God sent an Angel from Heaven so high,
To certain poor Shepherds in fields where they lye,
And bade them no longer in sorrow to stay,
Because that our Saviour was born on this day.
Then presently after the Shepherds did spy
A number of Angels that stood in the sky;
Who joyfully talked and sweetly did sing,
To God be all glory our Heavenly King.
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Puer natus in Bethlehem
06:06
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Puer natus in Bethlehem, alleluia,
Unde gaudet Jerusalem, alleluia, alleluia.
Refrain: In cordis jubilo Christum natum adoremus,
Cum novo cantico.
Assumpsit carnem Filius, alleluia,
Dei Patris altissimus, alleluia, alleluia.
Per Gabrielem nuntium, alleluia,
Virgo concepit Filium, alleluia, alleluia.
Tamquam sponsus de thalamo, alluia,
Processit Matris utero, alleluia, alleluia.
Hic jacet in præsepio, alleluia
Qui regnat sine termino, alleluia, alleluia.
Et Angelus pastoribus, alleluia,
Revelat quod sit Dominus, alleluia, alleluia.
Reges de Sabâ veniunt, alleluia,
Aurum, thus, myrrhum offerunt, alleluia, alleluia,
Intrantes domum invicem, alleluia,
Novum salutant principem, alleluia, alleluia.
De Matre natus Virgine, alleluia:
Qui lumen est de lumine, alleluia, alleluia.
Sine serpentis vulnere, alleluia,
De nostro venit sanguin, alleluia, alleluia.
In carne nobis similis, alleluia,
Peccato sed dissimilis; alleluia, alleluia.
Ut redderet nos homines, alleluia,
Deo et sibi similes, alleluia, alleluia.
In hoc natali gaudio, alleluia,
Benedicamus Domino, alleluia, alleluia.
Laudetur sancta Trinitas, alleluia,
Deo dicamus gratias, alleluia, alleluia.
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12. |
Mary's Blessings
05:34
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The very first blessing that Mary had, it was the blessing of one:
To think that her Son, Jesus, could live a father's son;
Could live a father's son; like th'Emmanuel in glory
Father, Son and the Holy Ghost, through all eternity.
The very next blessing Mary had, it was the blessing of two:
To think that her Son, Jesus, could read the Scriptures through;
The very next blessing Mary had, it was the blessing of three:
To think that her Son, Jesus, could set the sinner free;
The very next blessing Mary had, it was the blessing of four:
To think that her Son, Jesus, could live for evermore;
The very next blessing Mary had, it was the blessing of five:
To think that her Son, Jesus, could bring the dead alive;
The very next blessing Mary had, it was the blessing of six:
To think that her Son, Jesus, could heal and cure the sick
The very next blessing Mary had, it was the blessing of seven:
To think that her Son, Jesus, could conquer hell and heaven
The very next blessing Mary had, it was the blessing of eight:
To think that her Son, Jesus, could make the crooked straight;
The very next blessing Mary had, it was the blessing of nine:
To think that her Son, Jesus, could turn water into wine;
The very next blessing Mary had, it was the blessing of ten:
To think that her Son, Jesus, could write without a pen;
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13. |
Hail the blest morn
02:35
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Hail the blest morn! See the great Mediator
Down from the regions of glory descend!
Shepherds, go worship the Babe in the manger!
Lo! for his guard the bright angels attend.
Brightest and best of the songs of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Star in the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid!
Cold on his cradle the dewdrops are shining,
Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore him, in slumber reclining,
Wise men and shepherds before him do fall.
Say shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom and offerings divine,
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest and gold from the mine?
Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gold would his favour secure;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
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Kathryn Rose UK
Plays the horn, piano, organ, serpent, portable harmonium and just about anything else that doesn't fight back too vigorously.
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