Musical offering for the tenth day of Christmas

January 3, 2019

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.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you;
Hail, hail, the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh;
Come, peasant, king, to own Him.
The King of kings salvation brings;
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise the song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby;
Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.


Sunday musical offering

July 15, 2018

Good morning, brother pilgrim,
What, bound for Canaan’s coast?
March you toward Jerusalem,
To join the heavenly host?
Pray, wherefore are you smiling
While tears run down your face?
We soon shall cease from toiling,
And reach that heavenly place.

To Canaan’s coast we’ll hasten,
To join the heavenly throng;
Hark! from the banks of Jordan,
How sweet the pilgrims’ song!
Their Jesus they are viewing,
By faith we see Him too;
We smile and weep and praise Him,
And on our way pursue.

With streams of consolation,
We’re filled as with new wine;
We die to transient pleasures,
And live to things divine.
We sink in holy raptures
While viewing things above;
All glory to my Savior,
My heart is full of love.


Sunday musical offering

June 10, 2018

Through all the world below
God is seen all around;
Search hills and valleys through,
There He’s found.
The growing of the corn,
The lily and the thorn,
The pleasent and forlorn,
All declare God is there.
In meadows dressed in green, God is seen.

See springing waters rise,
Fountains flow, rivers run;
The mist that veils the sky
Hides the sun.
Then down the rain doth pour,
The ocean it doth roar
And beat upon the shore,
And all praise, in their ways,
The God who ne’er declines His designs.

The sun with all his rays
Speaks of God as he flies;
The comet in her blaze,
“God!” she cries.
The shining of the stars,
The moon when she appears,
His awful name declare;
See them fly through the sky,
And join the solemn sound all around.


Sunday musical offering

May 20, 2018

Come and taste along with me
Consolation flowing free
From the Father’s wealthy throne
Sweeter than the honeycomb.

I’ll praise God and you’ll praise God
And we’ll all praise God together;
We’ll praise the Lord for the work that He has done,
And we’ll bless His name forever.

All that come with free good will
Make the banquet sweeter still;
Now I go to mercy’s door
Asking for a little more.

I’ll praise God and you’ll praise God
And we’ll all praise God together;
We’ll praise the Lord for the work that He has done,
And we’ll bless His name forever.

Goodness running like a stream
Through the new Jerusalem
By a constant breaking forth
Sweetens earth and heaven both.

I’ll praise God and you’ll praise God
And we’ll all praise God together;
We’ll praise the Lord for the work that He has done,
And we’ll bless His name forever.

Oh return, ye sons of grace;
Turn and see God’s smiling face.
Hark! He calls backsliders home;
Then from Him no longer roam.

I’ll praise God and you’ll praise God
And we’ll all praise God together;
We’ll praise the Lord for the work that He has done,
And we’ll bless His name forever.


Sunday musical offering

April 29, 2018

Hark, I hear the harps eternal
Ringing on the farther shore,
As I near those swollen waters
With their deep and solemn roar.

Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, praise the Lamb!
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Glory to the great I AM!

And my soul, though stained with sorrow,
Fading as the light of day,
Passes swiftly o’er those waters,
To the city far away.

Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, praise the Lamb!
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Glory to the great I AM!

Souls have crossed before me, saintly,
To that land of perfect rest;
And I hear them singing faintly
In the mansions of the blest.

Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, praise the Lamb!
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Glory to the great I AM!


Holy Saturday musical offering

March 31, 2018


Happy birthday, Christina

December 5, 2017

Christina Georgina Rossetti was born in London on December 5, 1830, the youngest child of Frances and Gabriele Rossetti. Christina began writing stories and poetry at a very young age and continued to do so throughout her life. Today she is best remembered as the author of “In the Bleak Midwinter,” which has been set to music by many composers. Here it is in an arrangement by Alice Parker of the choral setting by Gustav Holst, sung by the Washington Master Chorale. 


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