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The Holly and the Ivy
English Traditional
The holly and the ivy
When they are full grown,
Of all the trees in the wood
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun
The running of the deer,
The playing of the organ
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly wears a blossom
As white as any flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our Saviour.
The rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do sinners good.
The rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn.
The rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly bears a bark
As bitter as any gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To redeem us all.
The rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.
The holly and the ivy,
When they are full grown,
Of all the trees in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
The rising of the sun,
The running of the deer,
The playing of the organ,
Sweet singing in the choir
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Come Thou Long Expected Jesus
Public Domain. Words: Charles Wesley. Music: Rowland Prichard.
Come Thou long-expected Jesus
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel’s strength and consolation,
Hope of all the saints Thou art;
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
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written by John Michael Talbot
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Christmas Song
04:41
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written by Dave Matthews
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Canticle of the Turning
Melody: Irish traditional 'Star of the County Down,' Lyrics: Rory Cooney
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What Child Is This
03:57
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What Child is this
English Traditional
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 Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
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The Wexford Carol
05:35
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The Wexford Carol
English Traditional
Good people all, this Christmas time,
consider well and bear in mind
what our good God for us has done,
in sending His beloved Son
with Mary holy we should pray
to God with love this Christmas Day
in Bethlehem upon the morn
there was a blest Messiah born.
The night before that happy tide,
the noble virgin and her guide
were long time seeking up and down
to find a lodging in the town.
but mark how all things came to pass:
from every door repelled, alas!
as long foretold, their refuge all
was but a humble oxen stall.
Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep
their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep,
to whom God’s angels did appear,
which put the shepherds in great fear.
“Prepare and go”, the angels said,
“To Bethlehem, be not afraid !
for there you’ll find, this happy morn,
a princely Babe, sweet Jesus born.”
With thankful heart and joyful mind,
the shepherds went the babe to find.
and as God’s angel has foretold,
they did our Savior Christ behold.
within a manger he was laid,
and by his side the virgin maid,
attending to the Lord of Life,
who came on earth to end all strife.
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It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
Words by Edmund Sears, 1849.
Music by Richard s. Willis, 1850.
Sam Phillips/Bruce Cockburn arrangement
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 heav'n's all-gracious King."
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world.
Above its sad and lowly plains,
They bend on hovering wing;
And ever o'er its Babel sound
The blessed 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 man at war with man hears not
The love song which they bring
Oh hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing
And ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Take heart for comfort love and hope
Come swiftly on the wing.
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing.
For lo, the days are hastening,
By prophet bards foretold,
When, with the ever-circling years,
Comes round the age of gold,
When peace shall over all the earth
It’s ancient splendours fling
and the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.
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Christmas Bells
02:42
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Christmas Bells
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, arr. John Gorka
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play
And wild and sweet, the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men
Peace on earth, good will to men
I thought how, as the day had come
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men
Peace on earth, good will to men
And in despair, I bowed my head
"There is no peace on earth," I said
For hate is strong, and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men
Peace on earth, good will to men
Then pealed the bells, more loud and deep
God is not dead, nor doth he sleep
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men
Peace on earth, good will to men
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play
And wild and sweet, the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men
Peace on earth, good will to men
Peace on earth, good will to men
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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
English Trad. 15th century
God rest ye merry, gentlemen Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
In Bethlehem, in Israel, This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
From God our Heavenly Father A blessed Angel came;
And unto certain Shepherds
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
"Fear not then," said the Angel,
"Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan's power and might."
O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
The shepherds at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind:
And went to Bethlehem straightway
The Son of God to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy
And when they came to Bethlehem
Where our dear Saviour lay,
They found Him in a manger, Where oxen feed on hay;
His Mother Mary kneeling down,
Unto the Lord did pray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas All other doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy
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