Light & Gold programme
Programme and audience carols for our two performances. We hope you enjoy singing with us!
Light and Gold - 5pm relaxed performance
McDowall -In dulci jubilo
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Santa Claus is coming to town
Arakelyan - Ave Maris Stella
Reger - Maria Wiegenlied
Thompson - The Rose
Away in a manger
Ireland - The Holy Boy
Whitacre - Lux aurumque
Rutter - All the stars
Jingle Bells
Vango - Gaudete
Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
Santa Claus is coming to town
You better watch out,
You better not cry,
Better not pout,
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is comin’ to town.
He's making a list
And checking it twice,
Gonna find out
Who's naughty and nice.
Santa Claus is comin’ to town.
He sees you when you're sleeping,
He knows when you're awake,
he knows if you've been bad or good,
So be good for goodness sake.
You better watch out,
You better not cry,
Better not pout,
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is comin’ to town.
Away in a manger
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head
The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes
I love You, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my side until morning is nigh
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask You to stay
Close by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children in Your tender care
And fit us for heaven to live with You there
Jingle Bells
Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go laughing all the way
Bells on bobtails ring making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight, oh!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh!
Now the ground is white, go it while you're young
Take the girls tonight, sing this sleighing song.
Get a bobtailed bay, two forty for his speed,
Hitch him to an open sleigh and crack! you’ll take the lead!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh!
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows
All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games
Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say
“Rudolph, with your nose so bright
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?”
Then how the reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee
“Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
You'll go down in history"
Light and Gold - 7.30pm concert performance
McDowall -In dulci jubilo
O come, all ye faithful
Allain - Lute book lullaby
Chilcott - Jesus Christ the apple tree
Rutter - All the stars
Ireland - The holy boy
Byrd - O magnum mysterium
Ayres - Entre le boeuf et l’âne gris
Whitacre - Lux aurumque
Silent night
Vango - Gaudete
Interval
Tavener - A Christmas Round / Today the Virgin
Good King Wenceslas
Arakelyan - Ave Maris Stella
Reger - Maria Wiegenlied
Villette - Hymn a la Vierge
Fanthorpe - Three Christmas poems
McGlade - What child is this?
arr. Jacques - Away in a manger
Thompson - The rose
Hark! The herald angels sing
O Come, All Ye Faithful
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 abhors not the Virgin’s womb
Very God,
Begotten, not created
O come, let us adore Him…
Child, for us sinners
Poor and in the manger,
Fain we embrace thee, with awe and love;
Who would not love thee,
Loving us so dearly,
O come, let us adore Him…
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
Glory to God
In the highest
O come, let us adore Him…
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Silent Night
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
Heavenly 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
Good King Wenceslas
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel
Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes fountain.
Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I shall see him dine
When we bear them thither.
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude winds wild lament
And the bitter weather
Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how
I can go no longer.
Mark my footsteps, good my page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shall find the winters rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.
In his masters step he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye, who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing.
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
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 th’angelic host proclaim
“Christ is born in Bethlehem.”
Hark! The herald angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born king.”
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Christ by highest heav’n adored,
Christ the everlasting Lord.
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the God-head see.
Hail th’incarnate Deity,
Pleased as man with man to dwell,
Jesus our Emmanuel.
Hark! The herald angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born king.”
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Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son 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.
Hark! The herald angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born king!”