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Joy Kentish Maid

Joy Kentish Maid Report 4 Dec 2007 23:45

It's Christmas time
There's no need to be afraid
At Christmas time, we let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy

Throw your arms around the world at Christmas time

But say a prayer

Pray for the other ones
At Christmas time it's hard, but when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears
And the Christmas bells that ring there
Are the clanging chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you

And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmas time
The greatest gift they'll get this year is life
(Oooh) Where nothing ever grows
No rain nor rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmas time at all

(Here's to you) raise a glass for everyone
(Here's to them) underneath that burning sun
Do they know it's Christmas time at all

Feed the world, feed the world, feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again

Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again

VIVinHERTS

VIVinHERTS Report 5 Dec 2007 00:20

High o'er the lonely hills
Black turns to grey,
Birdsong the valley fills,
Mists fold away;
Grey wakes to green again,
Beauty is seen again–
Gold and serene again
Dawneth the day.

So, o'er the hills of life,
Stormy, forlorn,
Out of the cloud and strife
Sunrise is born;
Swift grows the light for us;
Ended is night for us;
Soundless and bright for us
Breaketh God's morn.

Hear we no beat of drums,
Fanfare nor cry,
When Christ the herald comes
Quietly nigh;
Splendour he makes on earth;
Colour awakes on earth;
Suddenly breaks on earth
Light from the sky.

Bid then farewell to sleep:
Rise up and run!
What though the hill be steep?
Strength's in the sun.
Now shall you find at last
Night's left behind at last,
And for mankind at last
Day has begun!

Jan Struther 1901-1953

This is my favourite Advent carol, the words are so beautiful and the music so uplifting.

Joy Kentish Maid

Joy Kentish Maid Report 5 Dec 2007 18:20

A diamond shines no brighter
than that lovely Christmas star.
It shines in all its brilliance;
it's seen from near or far.
A symbol of the Christ child
as He lay upon the hay,
It tells to all the waiting world
a King was born that day.

O Bethlehem Star keep shining -
give us faith and hope and love.
Keep our thoughts forever turning
to the Saviour up above.
Give us strength and hope and courage
to do our best by far
And never falter in our faith
as we watch that Christmas star.

skwirrel 1

skwirrel 1 Report 6 Dec 2007 10:10

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Joy Kentish Maid

Joy Kentish Maid Report 6 Dec 2007 22:10

Christmas by John Betjeman

The bells of waiting Advent ring,
The Tortoise stove is lit again
And lamp-oil light across the night
Has caught the streaks of winter rain
In many a stained-glass window sheen
From Crimson Lake to Hookers Green.

The holly in the windy hedge
And round the Manor House the yew
Will soon be stripped to deck the ledge,
The altar, font and arch and pew,
So that the villagers can say
'The church looks nice' on Christmas Day.

Provincial Public Houses blaze,
Corporation tramcars clang,
On lighted tenements I gaze,
Where paper decorations hang,
And bunting in the red Town Hall
Says 'Merry Christmas to you all'.

And London shops on Christmas Eve
Are strung with silver bells and flowers
As hurrying clerks the City leave
To pigeon-haunted classic towers,
And marbled clouds go scudding by
The many-steepled London sky.

And girls in slacks remember Dad,
And oafish louts remember Mum,
And sleepless children's hearts are glad.
And Christmas-morning bells say 'Come!'
Even to shining ones who dwell
Safe in the Dorchester Hotel.

And is it true,
This most tremendous tale of all,
Seen in a stained-glass window's hue,
A Baby in an ox's stall ?
The Maker of the stars and sea
Become a Child on earth for me ?

And is it true ? For if it is,
No loving fingers tying strings
Around those tissued fripperies,
The sweet and silly Christmas things,
Bath salts and inexpensive scent
And hideous tie so kindly meant,

No love that in a family dwells,
No carolling in frosty air,
Nor all the steeple-shaking bells
Can with this single Truth compare -
That God was man in Palestine
And lives today in Bread and Wine.

Leni

Leni Report 7 Dec 2007 09:47

I have just come across this thread,thank you Joy for posting it.The carols are lovely.
They put the CHRIST back into Christmas. In all the rushing around and buying presents etc. sometimes He gets overlooked.

Gwyn

Joy Kentish Maid

Joy Kentish Maid Report 7 Dec 2007 10:07

You're welcome, Gwyn.

Joy Kentish Maid

Joy Kentish Maid Report 7 Dec 2007 22:07

Christmas Children

An acrostic for the primary grade. Each child wears a large gilt star around his neck. As he begins to speak, he turns it over, showing his letter on the reverse side.


All: Happy children here we stand.
Bringing words of love;
For on this glad Christmas day
Christ came from above.


First child: C is for the Christ Who came
To this lowly earth.
Second child: H is for the harps that rang
At our Saviour's birth.
Third child: R is for the ringing bells,
Telling Christmas-tide.
Fourth child: I is for the crystal ice
Where we go to slide.
Fifth child: S is for the schoolboy's sled
When he coasting goes.
Sixth child: T is for poor Tommy Jones—
Jack Frost bit his nose.
Seventh child: M is for the merry part
Of this Christmas day,
Eighth child: A is for the apple pies
Grandma put away.
Ninth child: S is for old Santa Claus,
Coming here to-night.
Hope he'll wait till nearly morn,
So it will be light.

All: Yes, we're happy children nine,
And to each we're true,
Three cheers for jolly Santa Claus,
A happy day to you.

Angela now in Wilts (not North Devon)

Angela now in Wilts (not North Devon) Report 7 Dec 2007 22:15

Hello Joy (where's Philip this year?),

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
bye, bye, lully lullay.

O sisters too, how may we do,
for to preserve this day,
this poor youngling for whom we sing,
bye, bye lully lullay.

Herod the king in his raging,
charged he hath this day,
his men of night, in his own sight,
all young children to slay.

Then woe is me, poor child, for thee!
And every morn and day,
for thy parting not say nor sing
bye, bye, lully lullay.

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
bye, bye, lully lullay

Angela

Angelina

Angelina Report 7 Dec 2007 22:18

Follow the star

We have travelled very far
we have to follow,follow the star
pathway guided from afar
we have to follow ,follow the star.

Mountains very very high
we have to follow,follow the star,
Desert very ,very dry
we have to follow ,follow the star.

For the joy of seeing Jesus ,the Messiah of mankind
its a privilege to worship,what a treasure what a find-what a find.

We bring presents for the King
we have to follow,follow the star
Hope he likes our offerings
we have to follow, follow the star.

Gold and frankinscense and myrrh
we have to follow,follow the star
What an honour to confer
we have to follow,follow the star

For the joy of seeing Jesus ,the Messiah of mankind
its a privilege to worship,what a treasure what a find-what a find.

AB xx

Angela now in Wilts (not North Devon)

Angela now in Wilts (not North Devon) Report 7 Dec 2007 22:28

This is my absolute favourite. I heard it on the radio this afternoon & it brought a tear to my eye & a lump to my throat. (Sung in the alto part, because that's what I know!)

Courtesy of Hector Berlioz.

'Shepherds Farewell'

Thou must leave Thy lowly dwelling, the humble crib, the stable bare ...
Babe, all mortal babes excelling, content our earthly lot to share ...
Loving father, loving mother, shelter Thee with tender care ...
Loving father, loving mother, shelter Thee with tender care ...
Shelter Thee with tender care ...

Blessed Jesus, we implore Thee ... with humble love and holy fear ...
In the land that lies before Thee ... forget not us who linger here ...
May the shepherd's lowly calling ... ever to Thy heart be dear ...
May the shepherd's lowly calling ... ever to Thy heart be dear ...
Ever to Thy heart be dear ...

Blest are ye beyond all measure ... Thou happy father, mother mild ...
Guard ye well your Heav'nly Treasure ... the Prince of Peace, the Holy Child ...
God go with you, God protect you ... guide you safely through the wild ...
God go with you, God protect you ... guide you safely through the wild ...
Guide you safely through the wild.

VIVinHERTS

VIVinHERTS Report 7 Dec 2007 22:32

Hills of the North Rejoice.

Hills of the North, rejoice;
River and mountain spring,
Hark to the advent voice;
Valley and lowland, sing;
Though absent long, your Lord is nigh;
He judgment brings and victory.

Isles of the southern seas,
Deep in your coral caves
Pent be each warring breeze,
Lulled be your restless waves:
He comes to reign with boundless sway,
And makes your wastes His great highway.

Lands of the East, awake,
Soon shall your sons be free;
The sleep of ages break,
And rise to liberty.
On your far hills, long cold and gray,
Has dawned the everlasting day.

Shores of the utmost West,
Ye that have waited long,
Unvisited, unblest,
Break forth to swelling song;
High raise the note, that Jesus died,
Yet lives and reigns, the Crucified.

Shout, while ye journey home;
Songs be in every mouth;
Lo, from the North we come,
From East, and West, and South.
City of God, the bond are free,
We come to live and reign in thee!

C.E. Oakley

VIVinHERTS

VIVinHERTS Report 7 Dec 2007 22:35

On Jordan's Banks


On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry
announces that the Lord is nigh;
awake and hearken, for he brings
glad tidings of the King of kings.

Then cleansed be every breast from sin;
make straight the way for God within,
prepare we in our hearts a home
where such a mighty Guest may come.

For thou art our salvation, Lord,
our refuge and our great reward;
without thy grace we waste away
like flowers that wither and decay.

To heal the sick stretch out thine hand,
and bid the fallen sinner stand;
shine forth and let thy light restore
earth's own true loveliness once more.

All praise, eternal Son, to thee,
whose advent doth thy people free;
whom with the Father we adore
and Holy Ghost for evermore.

C. Coffin

VIVinHERTS

VIVinHERTS Report 7 Dec 2007 23:05

Three Kings.

Three Kings from Persian lands afar
To Jordan follow the pointing star:
And this the quest of the travellers three,
Where the newborn King of the Jews may be.
Full royal gifts they bear for the King;
Gold, incense, myrrh are their offering.


The star shines out with a steadfast ray;
The kings to Bethlehem make their way,
And there in worship they bend the knee,
As Mary’s child in her lap they see;
Their royal gifts they show to the King;
Gold, incense, myrrh are their offering.


Thou child of man, lo, to Bethlehem
The Kings are travelling, travel with them!
The star of mercy, the star of grace,
Shall lead thy heart to its resting place.
Gold, incense, myrrh thou canst not bring;
Offer thy heart to the infant King.

P. Cornelius



Choral

How brightly shines the morning star!
With grace and truth from heaven afar
Our Jesse tree now bloweth.

Of Jacob’s stem and David’s line,
For thee, my Bridegroom, King divine,
My soul with love o’er floweth.

Thy word, Jesu, Inly feeds us,
Rightly leads us, Life bestowing.
Praise, O praise such love o’er flowing.


This is my all time favourite Christmas choral work.

Joy Kentish Maid

Joy Kentish Maid Report 8 Dec 2007 00:27

Thank you for all the contributions.

Angela, I have sent a PM to Philip. I remembered it was a sad time for him and his family last year near Christmas and said I'd be thinking of them near the anniversary.

Joy Kentish Maid

Joy Kentish Maid Report 9 Dec 2007 14:28

If all were now as it was when
Christ came to save us all,
And Christmas Day were Christmas Day,
Not some day we recall;

And in the East we saw a star
Exceptionally bright,
And wondered what was going on
That ordinary night;

If God were walking in our midst,
Saying what He said,
And we were not His followers,
But trod where He would tread;

And we were witness to His word
And looked Him in the eye,
And found His message interesting
But too bizarre to buy;

If we were in Jerusalem
And watched Him bear the cross,
And suffered with His suffering
But feared to share His loss;

And saw Him die in agony,
And wondered at it all,
And this were something we ourselves,
Not printed books, recall:

What would be the difference,
Had we known Him that way,
Between the faith we feared to feel
And what we fear today?

Joy Kentish Maid

Joy Kentish Maid Report 18 Dec 2007 16:32

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friends.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
His power and glory ever more proclaim!

skwirrel 1

skwirrel 1 Report 18 Dec 2007 19:12

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skwirrel 1

skwirrel 1 Report 19 Dec 2007 14:46

Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob tails ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to laugh and sing
A sleighing song tonight

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh

A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot
We got into a drifted bank
And then we got upsot

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh yeah

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh

Joy Kentish Maid

Joy Kentish Maid Report 20 Dec 2007 09:40

"Joseph dearest, Joseph mine,
Help me cradle the child divine;
God reward thee and All that's thine
In paradise,"
So prays the mother Mary.

Chorus
He came among us at Christmastide,
At Christmastide, in Bethlehem;
Men shall bring Him from far and wide
Love's diadem: Jesus, Jesus,
Lo, He comes, and loves, and saves, and frees us!

"Gladly, dear one, lady mine,
Help I cradle this child of thine;
God's own light on us both shall shine
In paradise,
As prays the mother Mary."
Chorus

Peace to all that have goodwill!
God, who heaven and earth doth fill,
Comes to turn us away from ill,
And lies so still
Within the crib of Mary.
Chorus

All shall come and bow the knee,
Wise and happy their souls shall be.
Loving such a divinity
As all may see
In Jesus, Son of Mary.
Chorus

Now is born Emmanual,
Prophesied once by Ezekiel,
Promised Mary by Gabriel,
Ah, who can tell
Thy praises, Son of Mary.
Chorus

Thou my lazy heart hast stirred,
Thou, the Father’s eternal Word,
Greater than aught that ear has heard,
Thou tiny bird
Of love, thou Son of Mary.
Chorus

Sweet and lovely little one,
Thou princely, beautiful, God’s own Son,
Without thee all of us were undone;
Our love is Won
By thing, O Son of Mary.
Chorus

Little man, and God indeed,
Little and poor, thou art all we need;
We will follow where thou dost lead,
And we will heed
Our brother, born of Mary.
Chorus