Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme BWV 645 J.S.Bach
Votre bonté grand Dieu Claude Balbastre
Desseins éternels Olivier Messiaen
In dulci jubilo Dieterich Buxtehude
Introit People look east Trad arr. Peter Backhouse
O come, O come Emmanuel,
and ransom captive Israel,
that mourns in lonely exile here,
until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice! rejoice! Emmanuel
shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O come, Thou Lord of might,
who to thy tribes, on Sinai’s height,
in ancient times didst give the law
in cloud and majesty and awe:
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
thine own from Satan’s tyranny;
from depths of hell thy people save,
and give them victory o’er the grave:
O come, thou Key of David, come,
and open wide our heavenly home;
make safe the way that leads on high,
and close the path to misery:
O come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer
our spirits by thine advent here;
disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
and death’s dark shadows put to flight:
Tune: Veni Emmanuel
First Reading Genesis 1 1-3, 26-28a
The Shaking Reality of Advent Alfred Delp
Carol O radix Jesse Rihards Dubra
Second Reading Isaiah 40 1-9
Carol All sons of Adam Kenneth Dempster
All sons of Adam rise up with me,
Go lov the blissed Trinitie.
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Third Reading St Luke 1 26-38
The Annunciation Edwin Muir
The race that long in darkness pined
has seen a glorious light:
the people dwell in day, who dwelt
in death’s surrounding night.
To us a child of hope is born,
to us a Son is given;
him shall the tribes of earth obey,
him all the hosts of heaven.
His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
for evermore adored,
the Wonderful, the Counsellor,
the great and mighty Lord.
His power increasing still shall spread,
his reign no end shall know;
justice shall guard his throne above,
and peace abound below.
Tune: St Magnus
Carol There is no rose John Joubert
There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu
Fourth Reading St Luke 1 46-55
Room for Christ Dorothy Day
Carol I sing of a maiden John Rutter
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord!
Unnumbered blessings, give my spirit voice;
tender to me the promise of his word;
in God my Saviour shall my heart rejoice.
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of his Name!
Make known his might, the deeds his arm has done;
his mercy sure, from age to age the same;
his holy Name, the Lord, the Mighty One.
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of his might!
Powers and dominions lay their glory by.
Proud hearts and stubborn wills are put to flight,
the hungry fed, the humble lifted high.
Tell out, my soul, the glories of his word!
Firm is his promise, and his mercy sure.
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord
to children’s children and for evermore!
O magnum mysterium Francis Poulenc
O great mystery,
And wonderful sacrament,
That animals should see the newborn Lord
Lying in a manger
Fifth Reading St John 1 1-5
Carols As I outrode this end’res night Gerald Hendrie
As I outrode this end’res night
Of three jolly shepherds I saw a sight
A little child there is yborn Alan Bullard
A little child there is yborn,
And he sprang out of Jesse’s thorn,
To save us all that were forlorn:
Alleluia, Gloria tibi Domine
Hark, the herald-angels sing
glory to the new-born King,
peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful, all ye 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 new-born King.
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
late in time behold him come,
offspring of a virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see:
hail, the incarnate Deity,
pleased as man with man to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace:
hail, the Sun of Righteousness.
Light and life to all he brings,
risen with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
born that man no more may die,
born to raise the sons of earth,
born to give them second birth.
Organ Voluntary Toccata in E minor Joseph Callaerts