After Christmas and throughout January the choir will be in recess, to return on Sunday 2 February 2020.
For 10am Sunday Mass throughout January, liturgical music will be supported by cantors.
In the meantime St Francis Choir would like to wish all our friends a happy and safe Christmas season.
Is 52:7-10; Heb 1:1-6; Jn 1:1-18 And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory
Organist: Bransby Byrne
*Recit:
And there were shepherds in the same country
Abiding in the field, keeping watch by night over their flock,
And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them
And the glory of the Lord shone round about them
And they were sore afraid, and the angel said to them:
Recit:
Be not afraid: behold, for I bring good tidings of great joy
Which shall be to all the people
For unto you this day a Saviour is born which is Christ the Lord,
In the city of David
Chorale:
Break forth, O beauteous heav’nly light,
And usher in the morning;
Ye shepherds, shrink not with affright,
But hear the angel’s warning.
This Child, now weak in infancy,
Our confidence and joy shall be;
The pow’r of Satan breaking,
Our peace eternal making.
Is 9:1-7; Titus 2:11-14; Lk 2:1-14 To you is born this day… a saviour, who is the Messiah, the Lord
Carols before the mass (starting 11.30 pm): Once in Royal David’s City; O Radiant Dawn (MacMillan); Ding Dong Merrily on High; A Great and Mighty Wonder; The First Nowell; Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Organist: Bransby Byrne
*Salve puerule, salve tenellule,
o nate parvule quam bonus es.
Tu coelum deseris, tu mundo nasceris,
nobis te’ut miseris assimiles.
O summa bonitas! Excelsa deitas
Vilis humanitas fit hodie.
Aeternus nascitur, immensus capitur
et rei tegitur sub specie.
Virgo puerpera, beata viscera
Dei cum opera dent filium.
Gaude, flos virginum, gaude, spes hominum,
fons lavans criminum proluvium.
Hail, little child, hail, tender babe, O tiny child, how good you are.
You leave heaven and are are born in the world, making yourself like us poor wretches.
O highest goodness, lofty Godhead that today becomes poor humanity
The Eternal is born, the boundless circumscribed, and hid in worldly garb.
Virgin mother, your blessed womb, through God gives birth to a son.
Rejoice, flower of virgins, rejoice, hope of mankind, spring which washes away the stain of sins.
Is 7:10-14; Rm 1:1-7, Mt 1:18-24 The virgin will conceive and bear a son, and his name will be called Emmanuel
Organist: Bransby Byrne
*My soul doth magnify the Lord,
And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour,
For He hath regarded the lowliness of his handmaiden:
For behold from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.
For He that is mighty hath magnified me, and holy is His name.
And His mercy on them that fear Him throughout all generations.
He hath shewed strength with His arm: He hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.
He hath put down the mighty from their seat, and hath exalted the humble and meek.
He hath filled the hungry with good things, and the rich he hath sent empty away.
He, remembering his mercy, hath holpen His servant Israel.
As He promised to our forefathers, Abraham and his seed forever.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen.
Is 35:1-6,10; James 5:7-10; Mt 11:2-11
Organist: Bransby Byrne
*Rejoice in the Lord alway,
and again I say rejoice.
Let your moderation be known unto all men.
The Lord is at hand.
Be careful for nothing;
but in every thing by prayer and supplication
with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known unto God.
And the peace of God,
which passeth all understanding,
shall keep your hearts and minds through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Is 11:1-10; Rom 15:4-9; Mt 3:1-12
Organist: Bransby Byrne
Cantor: Nicole Smeulders
Is 2:1-5; Rom 13:11-14; Mt 24:37-44
Organist: Bransby Byrne
*Es ist ein Ros entsprungen, aus einer Wurzel zart,
wie uns die Alten sungen, von Jesse kam die Art
Und hat ein Blümlein bracht mitten im kalten Winter,
wohl zu der halben Nacht.
Das Röslein, das ich meine, davon Jesaja sagt,
hat uns gebracht alleine Marie, die reine Magd.
Aus Gottes ew’gem Rat hat sie ein Kind geboren
und blieb doch reine Magd.
Das Blümelein, so kleine, das duftet uns so süß,
mit seinem hellen Scheine vertreibt’s die Finsternis.
Wahr Mensch und wahrer Gott, hilft uns aus allem Leide,
rettet von Sünd und Tod.
Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming, from tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse’s lineage coming, as those of old have sung.
It came, a flow’ret bright, amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.
Isaiah ’twas foretold it, the Rose I have in mind;
With Mary we behold it, the virgin mother kind.
To show God’s love aright, she bore to us a saviour,
When half spent was the night.
This flower, whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendour the darkness everywhere.
True man, yet very God, from sin and death He saves us,
And lightens every load.
