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THE EVE of the FEAST of the NATIVITY of our LORD 24 DECEMBER 2016 10:30 p.m. CAROLS • 11:00 p.m. HOLY EUchARIST The RIGHT REV’D THOMAS BREIDENTHAL, CELebRANT CAROLS BEFORE THE SERVICE Welcome to Christ Church Cathedral. We are glad you have chosen to celebrate the birth of Jesus with us. Thank you for silencing any devices that might create a distraction during worship. Music for each hymn can be found in the blue Hymnal 1982, located in the pew racks. HYMN Angels, from the realms of glory (no. 93) 1. 3. Angels, from the realms of glory, Sages, leave your contemplations; wing your flight o’er all the earth; brighter visions beam afar: ye, who sang creation’s story, seek the great Desire of nations; now proclaim Messiah’s birth: ye have seen his natal star: come and worship, come and worship, Refrain worship Christ, the newborn King. 2. 4. Shepherds in the field abiding, Saints before the altar bending, watching o’er your flocks by night, watching long in hope and fear, God with you is now residing; suddenly the Lord, descending, yonder shines the infant Light: in his temple shall appear: Refrain Refrain CAROL Sir Christèmas Nowell, nowell. Christ is now born of a pure maid, Who is there that singeth so? In an ox-stall he is laid, I am here, Sir Christèmas. Wherefore sing we at a brayde Welcome, my lord Sir Christèmas! [a l l together]: Welcome to all, both more and less, Nowell, nowell. Come near. Nowell, nowell. Dieu vous garde, beaux sieurs, Buvez bien, buvez bien [drink well] [God keep you, good sirs,] par toute la compagnie Tidings I you bring: [throughout all the company]. A maid hath borne a child full young, Make good cheer and be right merry, Which causeth you to sing: And sing with us now joyfully: Nowell, nowell. Nowell, nowell. Text: Anon., ca. 1500 Music: William Mathias (1934–1992) 2 CAROL The Infant King Sing lullaby! Sing lullaby! Lullaby baby, now reclining, Lullaby baby, now a-dozing, Sing lullaby! Sing lullaby! Hush, do not wake the Infant King. Hush, do not wake the Infant King. Angels are watching, stars are shining Soon comes the cross, the nails, the piercing, Over the place where he is lying: Then in the grave at last reposing: Sing lullaby! Sing lullaby! Sing lullaby! Sing lullaby! Lullaby baby, now a-sleeping, Lullaby! is the babe a-waking? Sing lullaby! Sing lullaby! Hush, do not wake the Infant King. Hush, do not stir the Infant King. Soon will come sorrow with the morning, Dreaming of Easter, gladsome morning, Soon will come bitter grief and weeping: Conquering Death, its bondage breaking: Sing lullaby! Sing lullaby! Text: Sabine Baring-Gould (1834–1924) Music: Basque Noël, arr. David Willcocks (1919–2015) CAROL Sussex Carol On Christmas night all Christians sing, When sin departs before his grace, To hear the news the angels bring— Then life and health come in its place; News of great joy, news of great mirth, Angels and men with joy may sing, News of our merciful King’s birth. All for to see the newborn King. Then why should men on earth be so sad, All out of darkness we have light, Since our Redeemer made us glad, Which made the angels sing this night: When from our sin he set us free, “Glory to God and peace to men, All for to gain our liberty? Now and for evermore. Amen.” Text & music: English traditional carol, arr. David Willcocks (b. 1919) 3 HYMN It came upon the midnight clear (no. 89) 1. 3. It came upon the midnight clear, Yet with the woes of sin and strife that glorious song of old, the world has suffered long; from angels bending near the earth beneath the heavenly hymn have rolled to touch their harps of gold: two thousand years of wrong; “Peace on the earth, good will to men, and warring humankind hears not from heaven’s all-gracious King.” the tidings which they bring; The world in solemn stillness lay O hush the noise and cease your strife to hear the angels sing. and hear the angels sing! 2. 4. Still through the cloven skies they come For lo! the days are hastening on, with peaceful wings unfurled, by prophets seen of old, and still their heavenly music floats when with the ever-circling years o’er all the weary world; shall come the time foretold, above its sad and lowly plains when peace shall over all the earth they bend on hovering wing, its ancient splendors fling, and ever o’er its Babel-sounds and all the world give back the song the blessed angels sing. which now the angels sing. CAROL in dulci jubilo In dulci jubilo [In quiet joy] O Patris caritas [O father’s caring], Let us our homage show; O Nati lenitas [O newborn’s mildness]! Our heart’s joy reclineth Deeply were we stained In praesepio [in a manger] Per nostra crimina [by our crimes]; And like a bright star shineth, But thou hast for us gained Matris in gremio [in the mother’s lap]. Coelorum gaudia [heavenly joy]. Alpha es et O [You are Alpha and Omega]. O that we were there! O Jesu parvule [O tiny Jesus]! Ubi sunt gaudia [where are joys], I yearn for thee alway! If that they be not there? Hear me, I beseech thee, There are angels singing O puer optime [O best of boys]! Nova cantica [new songs], My prayer let it reach thee, There the bells are ringing O Princeps gloriae [Prince of glory]! In Regis curia [at the King’s court]: Trahe me post te [Draw me to you]. O that we were there! Text: Anon., 14th century; trans. Robert Lucas de Pearsall (1795–1856) Music: Traditional, arr. Robert Lucas de Pearsall 4 CAROL Threshold of Night Who stands at my door in the storm and rain I will not go back for sorrow or pain, On the threshold of being? For my true love weeps within One who waits till you call him in And waits for my coming. From the empty night. Go back, my babe, to the vacant night Are you a stranger, out in the storm, For in this house dwell sin and hate Or has my enemy found me out On the verge of being. On the edge of being? I will not going back for hate or sin, I am no stranger who stands at the door I will not go back for sorrow or pain, Nor enemy come in the secret night, For my true love mourns within I am your child, in darkness and fear On the threshold of night. On the verge of being. Go back, my child, to the rain and storm, For in this house there is sorrow and pain In the lonely night. Text: Kathleen Raine (1908–2003); from Three Poems of Incarnation Music: Tarik O’Regan (b. 1978) HYMN God rest you merry, gentlemen (no. 105) 1. 3. God rest you merry, gentlemen, “Fear not, then,” said the angel, let nothing you dismay; “Let nothing you affright; remember Christ our Savior this day is born a Savior was born on Christmas Day, of a pure virgin bright, to save us all from Satan’s power to free all those who trust in him when we were gone astray. from Satan’s power and might.” O tidings of comfort and joy, Refrain comfort and joy; O tidings of comfort and joy! 2. 4. From God our heavenly Father Now to the Lord sing praises, a blessèd angel came all you within this place, and unto certain shepherds and with true love and charity brought tidings of the same: each other now embrace; how that in Bethlehem was born this holy tide of Christmas the Son of God by name. doth bring redeeming grace. Refrain Refrain 5 THE ENTRANCE RITE ¶ The People’s responses are in Small Caps ORGAN VOLUNTARY Fantasia on Vom Himmel hoch Johann Pachelbel (1653-1706) ¶ The People stand as the Bishop processes the figure of the Christ Child to the crèche. The word was made flesh and dwelt among us: And we beheld his glory. Let us pray. O God our Creator, to restore our fallen race you spoke the effectual word, and the Eternal Word became flesh in the womb of the Blessed Virgin Mary: Mer- cifully grant that as he humbled himself to be clothed with our humanity, so we may be found worthy, in him, to be clothed with his divinity; who lives and reigns for ever and ever. Amen. HYMN AT THE ENTRANCE O come, all ye faithful (no. 83) 1. 4. O come, all ye faithful, See how the shepherds, joyful and triumphant, summoned to his cradle, O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem; leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze; come, and behold him, we too will thither born the King of angels; bend our joyful footsteps; O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. Refrain 2. 5. God from God, Child, for us sinners Light from Light eternal, poor and in the manger, lo! he abhors not the Virgin’s womb; we would embrace thee, with love and awe; only-begotten who would not love thee, Son of the Father; loving us so dearly? Refrain Refrain 3. 6. Sing, choirs of angels, Yea, Lord, we greet thee, sing in exultation, born this happy morning; sing, all ye citizens of heaven above; Jesus, to thee be glory given; glory to God, Word of the Father, glory in the highest; now in flesh appearing; Refrain Refrain 6 THE ACCLAMATION & COLLECT FOR PURITY Blessed be God: X Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.