Happy birthday, Christina
December 5, 2022In honor of the birthday of English poet Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), here is a choral setting by John Rutter of her poem “Love Came Down at Christmas,” sung by the choir of the New Apostolic Church of Southern Africa.
Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, Love Divine,
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and angels gave the sign.
Worship we the Godhead,
Love incarnate, Love divine,
Worship we our Jesus,
But wherewith for sacred sign?
Love shall be our token,
Love be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and all men,
Love for plea and gift and sign.
Sunday musical offering
May 9, 2020
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Musical offering for the twelfth day of Christmas
January 5, 2020
Have you heard the sound of the angel voices
Ringing out so sweetly, ringing out so clear?
Have you seen the star shining out so brightly
As a sign from God that Christ the Lord is here?
Have you heard the news that they bring from heaven
To the humble shepherds who have waited long?
Gloria in excelsis Deo! Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Hear the angels sing their joyful song.
He is come in peace in the winter’s stillness,
Like a gentle snowfall in the gentle night;
He is come in joy, like the sun at morning,
Filling all the world with radiance and with light.
He is come in love as the child of Mary;
In a simple stable we have seen his birth.
Gloria in excelsis Deo! Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Hear the angels singing peace on earth.
He will bring new light to a world in darkness,
Like a bright star shining in the skies above;
He will bring new hope to the waiting nations,
When he comes to reign in purity and love.
Let the earth rejoice at the Savior’s coming,
Let the heavens answer with the joyful morn:
Gloria in excelsis Deo! Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Hear the angels singing, Christ is born.
Musical offering for Epiphany
January 6, 2019
We rode all night through fields of darkness,
Our guiding light, the eastern stars;
We came to Bethlehem, we all were weary:
We’d travelled far that night, we’d travelled far.
We heard that here we’d find Messiah
Foretold by seers from days of old;
We looked for palaces, and found a stable;
Could it be here, so bare and cold?
We entered in and there we saw Him;
It seemed we’d known Him from long before.
A Child like any child, yet somehow different:
The face of every child in Him we saw.
We brought Him gifts and now we offer them,
We knelt down low in silent prayer.
With eyes that seem to know both joy and sadness,
The Child looked down as we knelt there.
So long ago, yet I remember,
That Child who lay at Mary’s knee.
How strange that every child seemed so much like Him
His is the face I seem to see.
Musical offering for the first Sunday of Epiphany
January 7, 2018
We rode all night through fields of darkness,
Our guiding light, the eastern stars;
We came to Bethlehem, we all were weary:
We’d travelled far that night, we’d travelled far.
We heard that here we’d find Messiah
Foretold by seers from days of old;
We looked for palaces, and found a stable;
Could it be here, so bare and cold?
We entered in and there we saw Him;
It seemed we’d known Him from long before.
A child like any child, yet somehow different:
The face of every child in Him we saw.
We brought Him gifts and now we offer them,
We knelt down low in silent prayer.
With eyes that seem to know both joy and sadness,
The child looked down as we knelt there.
So long ago, yet I remember,
That child who lay at Mary’s knee.
How strange that every child seemed so much like Him
His is the face I seem to see.