December 24, 2024
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Prelude: Of the Father’s Love Begotten (Gather 374)
Of the Father’s love begotten,
Ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega,
He the source, the ending he,
Of the things that are, that have been,
And that future years shall see,
Evermore and evermore!
O that birth for ever blessed,
When the Virgin, full of grace,
By the Spirit blest conceiving,
Bore the Savior of our race;
And the Babe, the world’s Redeemer,
First revealed his sacred face,
Evermore and evermore!
Let the heights of heav’n adore him;
Angel hosts, his praises sing;
Pow’rs, dominions, bow before him,
And extol our God and King;
Let no tongue on earth be silent,
Ev’ry voice in concert ring,
Evermore and evermore!
Christ, to you with God the Father,
Spirit blest eternally,
Hymn and chant and high thanksgiving,
And unending praises be:
Honor, glory, and dominion,
And eternal victory,
Evermore and evermore!
Text: Corde natus ex Parentis; Aurelius Prudentius, 348-413; tr. by John M. Neale, 1818-1866 and Henry W. Baker, 1821-1877 Reprinted with permission under ONE LICENSE License #A-727305.
Prelude: The First Noel (Gather 388)
The first Nowell, the angel did say,
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter’s night that was so deep.
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,
Born is the King of Israel.
They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the east, beyond them far,
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
And by the light of that same star
Three wise men came from country far;
To seek for a king was their intent,
And to follow the star wherever it went.
This star drew nigh to the northwest,
O’er Bethlehem it took its rest;
And there it did both stop and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Then entered in those wise men three,
Full rev’rently upon their knee,
And offered there, in his presence,
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heav’nly Lord;
Who with the Father we adore
And Spirit blest for evermore.
Text: English Carol, 17th C. Reprinted with permission under ONE LICENSE License #A-727305.
Entrance Hymn: O Come All Ye Faithful (Gather 357)
Adéste fidéles, laéti, triumphántes,
Veníte, veníte in Béthlehem.
Natum vidéte, Regem angelórum.
Veníte adorémus,
veníte adorémus,
veníte adorémus Dóminum.
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
Come and behold him, born the King of angels;
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him, Christ, the Lord!
God of God, Light of Light,
Lo! He comes forth from the Virgin’s womb.
Our very God, begotten not created,
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heav’n above!
Glory to God, all glory in the highest;
Yea, Lord, we greet thee, born this happy morning,
Jesus, to thee be all glory giv’n;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing;
Text: Adeste fideles; John F. Wade, c.1711-1786; tr. by Frederick Oakeley, 1802-1880, alt. Reprinted with permission under ONE LICENSE License #A-727305.
Reprinted with permission under ONE LICENSE License #A-727305.
Scripture Readings (external link): The Nativity of the Lord
Responsorial: Psalm 96
R: Today is born a Savior, our Savior, Christ the Lord.
Preparation Hymn: What Child Is This (Gather 387)
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 Christian, fear; for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
So bring him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone him.
Text: William C. Dix, 1827-1898 Reprinted with permission under ONE LICENSE License #A-727305.
Communion Hymn: Angels we have heard on high (Gather 361)
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o’er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echo back their joyous strains.
Gloria in excelsis Deo,
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
Say what may the tidings be,
Which inspire your heav’nly song.
Come to Bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come adore, on bended knee,
Christ, the Lord, the newborn King.
See him in a manger laid,
Whom the choirs of angels praise;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise.
Text: Les anges dans nos campagnes; French, c. 18th C.; tr. from Crown of Jesus Music , London, 1862 Reprinted with permission under ONE LICENSE License #A-727305.
Communion Hymn: Silent Night (Gather 371)
Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child,
Holy Infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night,
Shepherds quake at the sight;
Glories stream from heaven afar,
Heav’nly hosts sing alleluia;
Christ, the Savior, is born!
Christ, the Savior, is born!
Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
Text: Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht; Joseph Mohr, 1792-1849; tr. John F. Young, 1820-1885 Reprinted with permission under ONE LICENSE License #A-727305.
Concluding Hymn: Hark! The Herald Angels Sing (Gather 356)
Hark! the herald angels sing,
‘Glory to the newborn King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled!’
Joyful, all you nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With the<angelic host proclaim,
‘Christ is born in Bethlehem!’
Hark! the herald angels sing,
‘Glory to the newborn King!’
Christ, by highest heav’n adored,
Christ the everlasting Lord:
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the Virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see:
Hail the<incarnate Deity,
Pleased as man with us to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
‘Glory to the newborn King!’
Hail the heav’n born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Ris’n with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that we no more may die,
Born to raise us from the earth,
Born to give us second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
‘Glory to the newborn King!’
Text: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788, alt. Reprinted with permission under ONE LICENSE License #A-727305.