Text for Selected Pieces

December 12, 2021 

We have not included text for some of the more familiar repertoire.

MEDIEVAL GLORIA

Gloria in excelsis deo
Glory to God in the Highest
Et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis
And on earth peace to all people of good will
Laudamus te, benedicimus te, adoramus te, glorificamus te
We praise you, we bless you, we adore you, we glorify you.
Gratias agimus tibi propter magnam gloriam tuam Dominé Deus
We thank you for your great works and your great glory Lord God!

PERSONENT HODIE

Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly-minded,
For with blessing in his hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
Our full homage to demand

On this day earth shall ring
with the song children sing
to the Lord, Christ our King,
born on earth to save us;
him the Father gave us.

Id-e-o-o-o, id-e-o-o-o,
Id-e-o gloria in excelsis Deo!

On this day angels sing;
with their song earth shall ring,
praising Christ, heaven’s King,
born on earth to save us;
peace and love he gave us.

Id-e-o-o-o, id-e-o-o-o,
Id-e-o gloria in excelsis Deo!

.A CEREMONY OF CAROLS

“Wolcum Yole!” (Middle English)

Wolcum, Wolcum,
Wolcum be thou hevenè king,
Wolcum Yole!
Wolcum, born in one morning
Wolcum for whom we sall sing!

Wolcum be ye, Stevene and Jon,
Wolcum, Innocentes every one,
Wolcum, Thomas marter one,
Wolcum be ye, good Newe Yere,
Wolcum, Twelfthe Day both in fere,
Wolcum, seintes lefe and dare,
Wolcum Yole, Wolcum Yole, Wolcum!

Candelmesse, Quene of Bliss,
Wolcum bothe to more and lesse.
Wolcum, Wolcum,
Wolcum be ye that are here, Wolcum Yole,
Wolcum alle and make good cheer.
Wolcum alle another yere,
Wolcum Yole. Wolcum!

“There Is No Rose”

There is no rose of such vertu
As is the rose that bare Jesu.
Alleluia, Alleluia,
For in this rose conteinèd was
Heaven and earth in litel space,
Res miranda, Res miranda.

By that rose we may well see
There be one God in persons three,
Pares forma, pares forma.
The aungels sungen the shepherds to:
Gloria in excelsis, gloria in excelsis Deo!
Gaudeamus, gaudeamus.

Leave we all this werldly mirth,
and follow we this joyful birth.
Transeamus, Transeamus, Transeamus.
Alleluia, Res miranda, Pares forma, Gaudeamus,
Transeamus.

“This Little Babe”

This little Babe so few days old,
Is come to rifle Satan’s fold;
All hell doth at his presence quake,
Though he himself for cold do shake;
For in this weak unarmèd wise
The gates of hell he will surprise.

With tears he fights and wins the field,
His naked breast stands for a shield;
His battering shot are babish cries,
His arrows looks of weeping eyes,
His martial ensigns Cold and Need,
And feeble Flesh his warrior’s steed.

His camp is pitchèd in a stall,
His bulwark but a broken wall;
The crib his trench, haystalks his stakes;
Of shepherds he his muster makes;
And thus, as sure his foe to wound,
The angels’ trumps alarum sound.

My soul, with Christ join thou in fight;
Stick to the tents that he hath pight.
Within his crib is surest ward;
This little Babe will be thy guard.
If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy;
Then flit not from this heavenly Boy!

“In Freezing Winter Night”

Behold, a silly tender babe,
in freezing winter night,
In homely manger trembling lies
Alas, a piteous sight!

The inns are full; no man will yield
This little pilgrim bed.
But forced he is with silly beasts
In crib to shroud his head.

This stable is a Prince’s court,
This crib his chair of State;
The beasts are parcel of his pomp,
The wooden dish his plate.

The persons in that poor attire
His royal liveries wear;
The Prince himself is come from heav’n;
This pomp is prizèd there.

With joy approach, O Christian wight,
Do homage to thy King,
And highly praise his humble pomp,
wich he from Heav’n doth bring

Deo Gracias

Deo gracias! Deo gracias!
Adam lay i-bounden, bounden in a bond;
Four thousand winter thought he not too long.

Deo gracias! Deo gracias!
And all was for an appil, an appil that he tok,
As clerkès finden written in their book.

Deo gracias! Deo gracias!
Ne had the appil takè ben, the appil takè ben
Ne haddè never our lady a ben hevenè quene.

Blessèd be the time that appil takè was.
Therefore we moun singen.
Deo gracias!

DING DONG! MERRILY ON HIGH

Ding-dong! Merrily on high
in heav’n the bells are ringing.
Ding-dong! Verily the sky
is riv’n with angels singing:
Gloria, singing gloria, hosanna in excelsis!

E’en so, here below, below,
let steeple bells be swungen;
and i-o, i-o, i-o,
by priest and people sungen!
Gloria, singing gloria, hosanna in excelsis!

Pray you, dutifully prime
your matin chime, you ringers;
may you beautifully rhyme
your e’en-time song, you singers:
Gloria, singing gloria, hosanna in excelsis!

JESUS CHILD

Have you heard the story that they’re telling ‘bout Bethlehem?
Have you heard the story of the Jesus child?
How he came from heaven and was born in a manger bed?
Mary was his virgin mother, pure and mild.

Chorus: Sing alleluia, brothers, sing alleluia, sisters;   
Worship the Jesus child and praise his mother mild.   
‘Glory to God on high’, the angel hosts above are singing:   
Listen to the story of the Jesus child.

Have you heard the story of the poor humble shepherd men
Sitting on the hillside with their flocks by night?
Suddenly the angel tells them ‘Hurry to Bethlehem!
Go and find the Jesus child, the world’s new light!’  

Jesus child, lying at Bethlehem, sleeping safe at Mary’s knee.
Save my soul and bring me to paradise, 
Let me join the angels singing ‘Glory to thee!’         

Have you heard the story of the kings from the orient
following the star that’s shining over his head?
Offering their precious gifts of gold, myrrh and frankincense,
kneeling with the ox and ass before his bed?   

A LA RU

Duérmete, Niño lindo, en los brazos del amor mientras que duerme y descansa la pena de mi dolor.
Oh sleep, my dear little baby, in the arms of love so dear, for while you rest there so gently, you need not have any fear.
A la ru, a la mé.

No temas al rey Herodes, que nada te ha de hacer, en los brazos de tu madre y ahí nadie te ha de ofender.
You need not fear King Herod, he can bring no danger your way, while in the arms of your mother, as she sings a la ru, a la mé.
A la ru, a la mé.

LITTLE LAMB

Little lamb who made thee. Dost thou know who made thee.
Gave thee life and bid thee feed, by the stream and o’er the mead; little lamb who made thee. Dost thou know who made thee.
Gave thee clothing of delight, softest clothing wooly bright;
gave thee such a tender voice, making all the vales rejoice!
Little lamb who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?
Little lamb I’ll tell thee, little lamb I’ll tell thee!
He is called by thy name, for he calls himself a lamb: little lamb I’ll tell thee.
He is meek & he is mild, he became a little child:
I a child and thou a lamb. We are called by his name.
Little lamb God bless thee.
Little lamb who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?

NOEL, NOEL

Long ago a story told of a baby born so bold.
Noel, noel.
Little did we know that he would bring us humility.
Noel, noel.

We remember angels sang while the bells in heaven rang.
Glorifying one so small, born on Earth to save us all.

He grew up in times of hate slowly waiting for his fate.
Preaching faith and hope and love, God’s meek decree sent from above.

In due time he left the Earth scorned by those who loved him first.
Yet his message will not cease: More than passion we need peace.

Fait renewed for us this day, saints among us pause and pray.
Tired and weary we may be, we forever come to Thee.

EXSULTATE! JUBILATE!

Exsultate, jubilate!  
Exsultate Deo, omnis terra!  
(Rejoice and shout to God, all the land!)
For the gift of breath in our lungs,
For waking our spirit when morning comes;
For your light which illumines our night,
For shaking the darkness away with your Son;
Give us voice the skies may sound,
And give us voice to shake the ground;
Alleluias fill the air, for joy has chased away despair.
Shouts of joy now shape our prayer.

PERSONENT HODIE

Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly-minded,
For with blessing in his hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
Our full homage to demand.

On this day earth shall ring
with the song children sing
to the Lord, Christ our King,
born on earth to save us;
him the Father gave us.
Id-e-o-o-o, id-e-o-o-o,
Id-e-o gloria in excelsis Deo!

On this day angels sing;
with their song earth shall ring,
praising Christ, heaven’s King,
born on earth to save us;
peace and love he gave us.
Id-e-o-o-o, id-e-o-o-o,
Id-e-o gloria in excelsis Deo!