“O Little Town of Bethlehem


Day 23:

“O Little Town of Bethlehem” Phillips Brooks, 1868

O little town of Bethlehem

How still we see thee lie

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep

The silent stars go by

Yet in thy dark streets shineth

The everlasting Light

The hopes and fears of all the years

Are met in thee tonight

For Christ is born of Mary

And gathered all above

While mortals sleep, the angels keep

Their watch of wondering love

O morning stars together

Proclaim the holy birth

And praises sing to God the King

And Peace to men on earth

How silently, how silently

The wondrous gift is given!

So God imparts to human hearts

The blessings of His heaven.

No ear may his His coming,

But in this world of sin,

Where meek souls will receive him still,

The dear Christ enters in.

O holy Child of Bethlehem

Descend to us, we pray

Cast out our sin and enter in

Be born to us today

We hear the Christmas angels

The great glad tidings tell

O come to us, abide with us

Our Lord Emmanuel.

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It Came Upon a Midnight Clear,


Day 22 1849 Edmund Sears

It came upon the midnight clear,

That glorious song of old,

From angels bending near the earth,

To touch their harps of gold:

“Peace on the earth, goodwill to men

From heavens all gracious King!”

The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come,

With peaceful wings unfurled;

And still their heavenly music floats

O’er all the weary world:

Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing,

And ever o’er its Babel sounds

The blessed angels sing.

O ye beneath life’s crushing load,

Whose forms are bending low,

Who toil along the climbing way

With painful steps and slow;

Look now, for glad and golden hours

Come swiftly on the wing;

Oh rest beside the weary road

And hear the angels sing.

For lo! the days are hastening on,

By prophets seen of old,

When with the ever-circling years

Shall come the time foretold,

When the new heaven and earth shall own

The Prince of Peace, their King,

And the whole world send back the song

Which now the angels sing.

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Here Is Joy For Every Age, John Mason Neale

#hymnsofChristmas Day 21:

Rev. John Mason Neale. John Mason Neale was born in London, the son of a Minister and was educated at Cambridge and he was ordained in May 1842. He was famous for writing the words of Good King Wenceslas. The music dates back to 1582 and is from the from Piae Cantiones. The Piae Cantiones is a collection of medieval Latin songs which originate from Finland. The first collection of these songs were published in the 1600’s by Theodoricus Petri Rutha. The first English edition was published in 1910 by G.R. Woodward.

Every generation;

Prince and peasant, chief and sage,

Every tongue and nation:

Every tongue and nation,

Every rank and station

Hath today salvation,

Alle Alleluia.

When the world drew near its close,

Came out Lord and Leader;

From the Lily sprang the Rose,

From the Bush the Cedar;

From the Bush the Cedar,

From the judged the Pleader,

From the faint the Feeder:

Alle Alleluia.

God, that came on earth this morn,

In a manger lying,

Hallowed birth by being born,

Vanquished death by dying;

Vanquished death by dying,

Rallied back the flying,

Ended sin and sighing:

Alle Alleluia.

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the First Noel

Day 16: the First Noel, 1879
The First Noel, the Angels did say

Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay

In fields where they lay keeping their sheep

On a cold winter’s night that was so deep.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel

Born is the King of Israel!.

They looked up and saw a star

Shining in the East beyond them far

And to the earth it gave great light

And so it continued both day and night.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel

Born is the King of Israel!

And by the light of that same star

Three Wise men came from country far

To seek for a King was their intent

And to follow the star wherever it went.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel

Born is the King of Israel!

This star drew nigh to the northwest

O’er Bethlehem it took its rest

And there it did both Pause and stay

Right o’er the place where Jesus lay.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel

Born is the King of Israel!

Then entered in those Wise men three

Full reverently upon their knee

And offered there in His presence

Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel

Born is the King of Israel!


Then let us all with one accord

Sing praises to our heavenly Lord

That hath made Heaven and earth of nought

And with his blood mankind has bought.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel

Born is the King of Israel!

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Day 15: Angels from the Realm of Glory.

Angels from the realms of glory, 

wing your flight o’er all the earth; 

ye who sang creation’s story 

now proclaim Messiah’s birth: 


Come and worship,

come and worship, 

worship Christ,

the newborn king.

Shepherds, in the field abiding, 

watching o’er your flocks by night, 

God with us is now residing; 

yonder shines the infant light: 

Sages, leave your contemplations, 

brighter visions beam afar; 

seek the great

Desire of nations; 

ye have seen his natal star: 

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Now Yield We Thanks & Praise


Day 14: Howard Chandler Robbins

Howard Chandler Robbins Landon was an American musicologist, journalist, historian and broadcaster, best known for his work in rediscovering the huge body of neglected music by Haydn and in correcting misunderstandings about Mozart

Now yield we thanks and praise

 to Christ enthroned in glory,

and on this day of days 

tell out redemption’s story,

who truly have believed that on this blessèd morn,

in holiness conceived, 

the Son of God was born.

What tribute shall we pay 

to him who came in weakness,

and in a manger lay to teach His people meekness?

Let every house be bright; 

let praises never cease;

with mercies infinite 

our Christ hath brought us peace.  

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#adventword #cry

Psalm 56: 8

Psalm 56: 8 {NKJV} You number my wanderings; Put my tears into Your bottle; [Are they] not in Your book?

Father, I wander

my heart strays away from Your truth

I’m drawn to darkness

it calls my name again

beckoning my attention

claiming delightful fancy

You number my times

patiently waiting for me

 to turn towards light again

gasping when I see 

receiving  grace undeserved 

shame rinsed forever


love  bottled my tears counting

them in Your kindness

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#adventword #wild

You took my wild heart 

You made it fresh redeemed new

Freed from sinful ways

Stole, lied, swore was lost

depression and destruction

crushed me from inside

You left the 99

pulled me out from swamp self built

love healed my brokenness

I go where You are

Adventures on Your wild path

love grace mercy new friends

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O Thou Joyful, O Thou Wonderful

#hymnsofChristmas Day 13

O Thou Joyful, O Thou Wonderful

Words: O Sanctissima, Johannes D. Falk, O du frohliche!, Auserlesene Werke (Leipzig, Germany: 1816); verses 2-3, anonymous (“O du fröhliche, o du selige, gnadenbringende Weihnachtszeit”). Translated from German to English by Henry Katterjohn, 1919. (1869-1931)

Falk was born in Danzig (Gdańsk) in the Polish province of Royal Prussia, where he received his first education against the wishes of his father, who wanted to employ the child in his business as wig maker. The Danzig city council granted Falk a theology stipendium at Halle, but he did not become a preacher and frequented literary circles of Schiller and Goetheinstead. In late 1815 or early 1816, he wrote the German text O du fröhliche that became a popular Christmas carol, to the melody of the Catholic hymn O Sanctissima. Falk was the founder of the Falk’sche Institute, a public education place for orphans in Weimar. He died in that city in 1826.

O thou joyful, O thou wonderful

Grace revealing Christmas-tide!

Jesus came to win us

From all sin within us;Glorify the Holy Child!

O thou joyful, O thou wonderful

Love revealing Christmas-tide!Loud hosannas singing

And all praises bringing;

May Thy love with us abide!

O thou joyful, O thou wonderful

Peace revealing Christmas-tide!

Darkness disappeareth,

Peace and joy to all betide.

God’s own light now neareth;

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Mortals, Awake, With Angels Join by Samuel Medley

Day 12:  #hymnsofChristmas 

Samuel Medley (1738–1799) was born on June 23rd. 1738, at Cheshunt, Herts. where his father kept a school. He received a good education, but, not liking the business to which he was apprenticed, he entered the Royal Navy. Having been severely wounded in a battle with the French fleet off Port Lagos, in 1759, he was obliged to retire from active service. A sermon of Dr. Watts read to him about this time, led to his conversion. he joined the Baptist Church in Eagle Street, London, then under the care of Dr. Gifford, and shortly afterwards opened a school which for several years he conducted with great success. Having begun to preach, he received a call in 1767 to become pastor of the Baptist Church at Watford. Thence, in 1772, he removed to Byrom Street, Liverpool, there he gathered a large congregation, and for 27 years was remarkably popular and useful.

*Mortals, awake, with angels join,

And chant the solemn lay,

Joy, love, and gratitude combine,

To hail the auspicious day,

To hail the auspicious day.


In heav’n the rapturous song began

And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining legions ran,

And strung and tuned the lyre,

And strung and tuned the lyre.


Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rolled,

The theme, the song, the joy, was new

’Twas more than heav’n could hold,

’Twas more than heav’n could hold.


Down through the portals of the sky
The impetuous torrent ran;

And angels flew, with eager joy,

To bear the news to man,

To bear the news to man.


Wrapt in the silence of the night
Lay all the Eastern world,

When bursting, glorious, heavenly light

The wondrous scene unfurl’d.

The wondrous scene unfurl’d.


Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song:

Good will and peace are heard throughout

The harmonious heav’nly throng,

The harmonious heav’nly throng.


Oh for a glance of heavenly love

Our hearts and songs to raise,

Sweetly to bear our souls above,

And mingle with their lays!

And mingle with their lays!


With joy the chorus we repeat,
“Glory to God on high!”

Good will and peace are now complete,

Jesus was born to die,

Jesus was born to die.


Hail, Prince of Life, forever hail!
Redeemer, Brother, Friend!

Though earth, and time, and life shall fail

Thy praise shall never end,

Thy praise shall never end.

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