Hark, the glad sound! (Crediton) – Organ

Lyrics

Hark, the glad sound! The Saviour comes,
the Saviour promised long!
Let ev’ry heart prepare a throne,
and ev’ry voice a song.

He comes the pris’ners to release,
in Satan’s bondage held;
the gates of brass before Him burst,
the iron fetters yield.

He comes to free the captive mind, *
where evil thoughts control,
and for the darkness of the blind
gives light that makes them whole.

He comes the broken heart to bind,
the bleeding soul to cure,
and with the treasures of His grace
t’enrich the humbled poor.

Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
and heav’n’s eternal arches ring
with Thy beloved Name.

* Many sources omit this verse. Request 5 verse recording to include it.

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Details

  • Tune: Crediton
  • Meter: CM
  • Style: Classical
  • Church Year: Advent
  • Composer: Thomas Clark (1775 – 1859)
  • Harmonised by: Martin Shaw (1875 – 1958)
  • Lyricist: Philip Doddridge (1702 – 1751)
  • Lyrics Copyright Public Domain
  • Harmonisation Copyright Oxford University Press
  • Performances Copyright ℗  2018 Richard M S Irwin. Certain rights reserved

 

 

Hills of the north rejoice (Little Cornard)

Hymn – Hills of the north rejoice – Lyrics

Hills of the North, rejoice;
River and mountain spring,
Hark to the advent voice;
Valley and lowland, sing;
Though absent long, your Lord is nigh;
He judgment brings and victory.

Isles of the southern seas,
Deep in your coral caves
Pent be each warring breeze,
Lulled be your restless waves:
He comes to reign with boundless sway,
And makes your wastes His great highway.

Lands of the East, awake,
Soon shall your sons be free;
The sleep of ages break,
And rise to liberty.
On your far hills, long cold and gray,
Has dawned the everlasting day.

Shores of the utmost West,
Ye that have waited long,
Unvisited, unblest,
Break forth to swelling song;
High raise the note, that Jesus died,
Yet lives and reigns, the Crucified.

Shout, while ye journey home;
Songs be in every mouth;
Lo, from the North we come,
From East, and West, and South.
City of God, the bond are free,
We come to live and reign in thee!

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  • Tune: Little Cornard
  • Meter: 66 66 88
  • Style: Early 20th Century
  • Composer: Martin Shaw (1875 – 1958)
  • Lyricist: Charles Edward Oakley (1832 – 1865)
  • Music Copyright © J. Curwen and Sons
  • Lyrics Copyright Public Domain
  • Performance Copyright ℗ 2018 Richard M S Irwin. All rights reserved.

 

Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child (Coventry Carol)

  • Album: From Advent to Epiphany Volume 3
  • Tune: Coventry Carol
  • Meter: 76 76 676
  • Style: Mediaeval Carol
  • Composer: Unknown
  • Arranger Richard Irwin based upon arrangement Martin Shaw (1875 – 1958)
  • Lyrics from Pageant of the Shearmen and Tailors (15th Century)
  • Church Year: Christmas, Epiphany
  • Music and Lyrics Copyright Public Domain
  • Performance Copyright ℗ 2013 Richard M S Irwin. All rights reserved.

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Carol – Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child – Lyrics

Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child,
By by, lully, lillay.

O sisters too,
How may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling,
For whom we do sing,
By by, lully lullay?

Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child,
By by, lully, lillay.

Herod, the king,
In his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might,
In his own sight,
All young children to slay.

Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child,
By by, lully, lillay.

That woe is me,
Poor child for thee!
And ever morn and day,
For thy parting
Neither say nor sing
By by, lully lullay!

Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child,
By by, lully, lillay.

 

Little Jesus, sweetly sleep (Rocking)

  • Album: From Advent to Epiphany Volume 3
  • Tune: Rocking
  • Meter: 10 7 88 77
  • Verses: 2
  • Style: Traditional Czech Style: Carol
  • Church Year: Christmas
  • Composer: Unknown originally collected by Martin Shaw (1875 – 1958)
  • Arranger: Richard Mark Stephen Irwin
  • Lyricist: Unknown traditional Czech
  • Translator: Percy Dearmer (1867 – 1936)
  • Music and Lyrics Copyright Public Domain.
  • Performance Copyright ℗ 2013 Richard M S Irwin. All rights reserved.

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Carol – Little Jesus, sweetly sleep – Lyrics

Little Jesus, sweetly sleep, do not stir
We will lend a coat of fur
We will rock you, rock you, rock you
We will rock you, rock you, rock you
See the fur to keep you warm
Snugly round your tiny form.

Mary’s little baby, sleep, sweetly sleep
Sleep in comfort, slumber deep
We will rock you, rock you, rock you
We will rock you, rock you, rock you
We will serve you all we can
Darling, darling little man.

Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire (Crediton)

Hymn: Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire – Lyrics

Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire,
Let us Thine influence prove:
Source of the old prophetic fire,
Fountain of life and love.

Come, Holy Ghost, for moved by Thee,
The prophets wrote and spoke;
Unlock the truth, Thyself the key,
Unseal the sacred book.

Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove,
Brood o’er our nature’s night;
On our disordered spirits move,
And let there now be light.

God, through Himself, we then shall know
If Thou within us shine;
And sound, with all Thy saints below,
The depths of love divine.

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Details

  • Tune: Crediton
  • Meter: CM
  • Style: Classical
  • Church Year: Baptism of Christ Church Year: Pentecost
  • Composer: Thomas Clark (1775 – 1859)
  • Harmonised by: Martin Shaw (1875 – 1958)
  • Lyricist: Charles Wesley (1707 – 1788)
  • Lyrics Copyright Public Domain
  • Harmonisation Copyright Oxford University Press
  • Performances Copyright ℗  2018 Richard M S Irwin. Certain rights reserved