A Festival Service of Nine Lessons and Carols
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St. Francis in the Fields Episcopal Church Harrods Creek, Kentucky A Festival Service of Nine Lessons and Carols December 24, 2020 Christmas Eve A window at All Saints’ Chapel The University of the South, Sewanee, Tennessee Welcome to St. Francis in the Fields Episcopal Church Welcome to worship as we express praise and thanks to God for the gift of Christ. We are delighted that you are here. We know that following the beautiful and ancient worship of the Episcopal Church is not always easy for those unfamiliar with the Anglican tradition. Please do not feel obligated to do anything but to enjoy the service reverently and expectantly. In this service we attempt to present the double meaning of the Advent season. From the West Door, the Choir and Chancel party will move in procession from west to east, illustrating the theme “from darkness to light.” The subsequent readings and music direct attention to the coming of Messiah, and further, to the Second Coming at the End of the Age. The Christian Church lives between these two points: the first, Christmastide with the incarnation of the Son of God, and the second, His coming again to judge and to recreate His universe. We invite newcomers to fill out a digital Connect Card, which can be found on our website at www.sfitf.org/connect. We will not pass offering plates, but we encourage those who wish to express thanksgiving through a financial gift to please do so as you exit (again, by dropping them into one of the baskets). Unfortunately, childcare and nursery is not available due to Covid-19. However, your children are more than welcome to attend the main service with you. Additionally, there is a “cry room” with service au- dio just to the left as you exit the Nave. We are grateful for your presence. We pray you find rest, peace, and the love of Christ in this place. On Christmas Eve in 1945 at 7:30 in the evening, St. Francis in the Fields had its first service in an abandoned former Baptist church on the banks of Harrods Creek, not far from the intersection of River Road and Wolf Pen Branch Road. The congregation began its official existence on December 1, 1945, by authority of the Bishop and the Standing Committee of the Diocese of Kentucky. The Rt. Rev. Charles Clingman, as Bishop of the Diocese, assisted by his son, The Rev. Robert Clingman, conducted the service which began with a Christmas pageant, followed by a celebration of the Holy Eucharist. The parish moved to the original church on June 15, 1948. In 1952, a day school wing was constructed behind the original parish house (now the church office). In 1958, Graves Hall and the section of the parish house below and behind it were added. Begun in 1993, renovation of education space and construction of the new church were completed by 1996. The Schoenstein Organ was dedi- cated in 1999. The spirit with which this congregation was started and has continued is best expressed in a letter written by the first rector, The Rev. Robert Clingman, a number of years after he left the parish, “The days at Harrods Creek are marked for me in heartbeats and growth and increased vision ... With rare understanding and zealous energy, the wonderful group who began this church swept my wife, Joy, and me along with them. I was never the rector, really, as much as a man caught up with modern crusaders in their struggle to be born anew.” *** Festival Service of Nine Lessons and Carols 8:00 p.m. December 24, 2020 Christmas Eve Processional The Bidding and the Lord’s Prayer Carol: “What Sweeter Music” John Rutter What sweeter music can we bring than a carol, for to sing The birth of this our heavenly King? Awake the voice! Awake the string! Dark and dull night, fly hence away, and give the honor to this day, That sees December turned to May. Why does the chilling winter’s morn smile, like a field beset with corn? Or smell like a meadow newly-shorn, thus, on the sudden? Come and see the cause, why things thus fragrant be: ‘Tis He is born, whose quickening birth gives life and luster, Public mirth, to heaven, and the under-earth. We see him come, and know him ours, Who, with his sunshine and his showers, Turns all the patient ground to flowers. The darling of the world is come, And fit it is, we find a room to welcome him. The nobler part of all the house here, is the heart. Which we will give him; and bequeath this holly, and this ivy wreath, To do him honor, who’s our King, and Lord of all this revelling. What sweeter music can we bring, than a carol for to sing The birth of this our heavenly King? Robert Herrick (1591-1674) God tells sinful Adam that he has lost the life of Paradise Genesis 3 and that his seed will bruise the serpent's head. Anita Streeter Carol “Adam Lay Y-Bounden” Boris Ord Adam lay y-bounden, bounden in a bond: Four thousand winter thought he not too long. And all was for an apple, an apple that he took, As clerkes finden written in their book. Ne had the apple taken been, Ne had never our lady a-been heavnè queen. Blessed be the time that apple taken was. Therefore we moun singen Deo gracias! (Words anonymous, 15th century) God promises to faithful Abraham that in his seed Genesis 22 shall all the nations of the earth be blessed. Anita Streeter Carol “Down in Yon Forest” English traditional carol, arr. John Rutter Down in yon forest there stands a hall: The bells of paradise I heard them ring: It’s covered all over with purple and pall: And I love my Lord Jesus above anything. In that hall there stands a bed: The bells of paradise I heard them ring: It’s covered all over with scarlet so red: And I love my Lord Jesus above anything. At the bedside there lies a stone: The bells of paradise I heard them ring: Which the sweet Virgin Mary knelt upon: And I love my Lord Jesus above anything. Under that bed there runs a flood: The bells of paradise I heard them ring: The one half runs water, the other runs blood: And I love my Lord Jesus above anything. At the bed’s foot there grows a thorn: The bells of paradise I heard them ring: Which ever blows blossom since he was born: And I love my Lord Jesus above anything. Over that bed the moon shines bright: The bells of paradise I heard them ring: Denoting our Savior was born this night: And I love my Lord Jesus above anything. (Anonymous Middle English poem) Carol “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel” Plainsong, Mode 1 O come, O come, Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel! 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. O come, Desire of nations, bind in one the hearts of all mankind; Bid thou our sad divisions cease, and be thyself our King of Peace. (Latin, 9th century) The prophet foretells the coming of the Savior. Isaiah 9 David Harris Carol “Personent Hodie” German, 1360, arr. Gustav Holst Personent hodie Voces puerulae, Let resound today the voices of children, Laudantes jucunde qui nobis est natus, joyfully praising Him who is born to us, Summo Deo datus, Et de vir-vir-vit, given by most high God, Et de virgineo ventre procreates. and conceived in a virginal womb. In mundo nascitur, Pannis involvitur, He was born into the world, Praesepi ponitur Stabulo brutorum, wrapped in swaddling clothes, and laid in a Rector supernorum. Perdidit, dit, dit, manger in a stable for animals, Perdidit spolia princeps infernorum. the master of the heavens. Magi tres venerunt, Parvulum inquirunt, The prince of Hell has lost his spoils. Bethlehem adeunt, Stellulam sequendo, Three Magi came; they were bearing gifts, Ipsum adorando, Aurum, thus, thus, thus, and sought the little one, following a star, Aurum, thus, et myrrham ei offerendo. to worship him, and offer him gold, frankincense, Omnes clericuli, Pariter pueri, and myrrh. Cantent ut angeli: Advenisti mundo, Let all the junior clerics and also the boys Laudes tibi fundo. Ideo, o, o, sing like angels:"You have come to the world, Ideo Gloria in excelsis Deo! I pour out praises to you. Therefore, glory to God in the highest!" (Piae Cantiones, 1582) The peace that Christ will bring is foreshown. Micah 5 David Harris Carol “O Little Town of Bethlehem” Walford Davies 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. 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, descent to us, we pray; Cast out our sin, and enter in; be born in us today. We hear the Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell: O come to us, abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel.