Each week, you may find information here about the
music in the traditional worship services at First United Methodist Church in
Lewisville, Texas. Some of this information is original; much of it is
"borrowed" from other sources such as Wikipedia, GBOD, and hymnary.org.
It is my hope that this information will enhance your understanding and enrich
your worship experience.
As
Joseph was a-Walking – Franklin Eddings
Henry
John Gauntlett (1805-1876,
in London) was an English organist and songwriter known in British music circles
for his authorship of a large number of hymns and
other pieces for the organ.
At age
nine, he became the organist at Olney church in Buckinghamshire, where his father was curate. He practiced law
until he was almost forty years of age, when he abandoned the profession and
devoted himself to music. He was
organist at a number of leading London churches, including St Olave's in Tooley Street,
Southwark, where he designed a new grand organ. Eventually the degree of Mus. Doc. was
conferred on him by the Archbishop of Canterbury, the
first to receive such a degree from that quarter for over 200 years. He did
much to raise the standard of church music both mechanically and musically. In 1852, he patented an
"electrical-action apparatus" for organs. He wrote much music and
over 1,000 hymn tunes, and edited a large number
of hymn books. His most famous tune is "Irby", the tune
to which the Christmas carol, "Once in Royal David's City"
is usually sung. He wrote both the words
and the music to “As Joseph Was a-Walking”, which was first published in Carols for Use in Church, 1894.
As
Joseph was a walking, he heard an Angel sing;
His song was of the Coming of Christ, our Saviour King.
The good man, long dejected, had knelt to Him Who hears;
The blest refrain now swelling, removes his doubts and fears.
His song was of the Coming of Christ, our Saviour King.
The good man, long dejected, had knelt to Him Who hears;
The blest refrain now swelling, removes his doubts and fears.
"Be
no afraid when hearing the Choirs Seraphic sing;
This Night shall be the Birthtide of Christ the Heavenly King:
He neither shall in housen be born, nor yet in hall;
Nor bed, nor downy pillow, but in an oxen stall.
This Night shall be the Birthtide of Christ the Heavenly King:
He neither shall in housen be born, nor yet in hall;
Nor bed, nor downy pillow, but in an oxen stall.
"He
neither shall be clothed in purple nor in pall,
But in the fair white linen that usen babies all.
He neither shall be rocked in silver nor in gold;
But in a wooden Manger, that resteth on the mould."
But in the fair white linen that usen babies all.
He neither shall be rocked in silver nor in gold;
But in a wooden Manger, that resteth on the mould."
As
Joseph was a walking, thus did an Angel sing;
At night the Mother-maiden gave birth to Christ the King.
The Blessed Virgin wrapped Him from nightly winds, so wild;
The lowly Manger held Him Her wondrous Holy Child.
At night the Mother-maiden gave birth to Christ the King.
The Blessed Virgin wrapped Him from nightly winds, so wild;
The lowly Manger held Him Her wondrous Holy Child.
And
marshalled on the mountain, the Angels raise their Song;
The Shepherds hear the story in anthems clear and strong.
The Herald-hymn obeying, nor loth, nor yet afraid,
They seek the lowly dwelling, and there the Child is laid!
The Shepherds hear the story in anthems clear and strong.
The Herald-hymn obeying, nor loth, nor yet afraid,
They seek the lowly dwelling, and there the Child is laid!
Then
be ye glad, good people, this Night of all the year;
And light ye up your candles, His Star it shineth near.
And all in earth and Heaven, Our Christmas Carol sing: --
Goodwill, and Peace, and Glory! and all the bells shall ring.
And light ye up your candles, His Star it shineth near.
And all in earth and Heaven, Our Christmas Carol sing: --
Goodwill, and Peace, and Glory! and all the bells shall ring.
Il est Né – Dale Wood
"Il est né, le divin Enfant" (English: He is born, the divine Child) is a traditional French Christmas carol, which was published for the first time in 1862 by R. Grosjean, organist of the Cathedral of Saint-Dié-des-Vosges, in a collection of carols entitled Airs des Noëls lorrains. The text of the carol was published for the first time in a collection of ancient carols, published in either 1875 or 1876 by Dom G. Legeay. The text of the carol, which is written in four stanzas, details the birth of Jesus and the wait of 4000 years for the event, as told by the prophets. It both observes the humility of God's birth in a stable and calls on the Kings of the Orient to attend the child. The carol has been translated into English numerous times. One translation (close in meaning and keeping to the original meter) is by Edward Bliss Reed (1930):
He is born, the Heav'nly Child, Oboes play; set bagpipes sounding
He is born, the Heav'nly Child. Let all sing His nativity.
'Tis four thousand years and more, Prophets have foretold His coming,
'Tis four thousand years and more, Have we waited this happy hour.
Ah, how lovely, Ah, how fair, What perfection is His graces,
Ah, how lovely, Ah, how fair. Child divine, so gentle there.
In a stable lodged is He, Straw is all He has for cradle.
In a stable lodged is He, Oh how great humility!
Jesus Lord, O King with power, Though a little babe You come here,
Jesus Lord, O King with power, Rule o'er us from this glad hour.
Shepherds – Wilbur Held
A
song which encourages us to honor Christ based on the account of the angels’
appearance to the shepherds of Bethlehem after the birth of Christ is
"Come, All Ye Shepherds." The text is a Bohemian folk song.
The carol owes its existence to a custom in Bohemia (and in other parts of
Europe) of presenting religious plays on festival days. On such occasions
many of the songs used have been of anonymous origin. All the evidence
concerning this carol indicates that it is of rather recent origin, for it
cannot be found in the compilations of folk-lore of Czechoslovakia until one
gets up almost to the threshold of the twentieth century. The
tune (Kommet Ihr Hirten or Hirtenlied) is a Bohemian folk melody.
Come, all ye shepherds, ye
children of earth,
Come ye, bring greetings to yon heavenly birth.
For Christ the Lord to all men is given,
To be our Savior sent down from heaven:
Come, welcome Him!
Come ye, bring greetings to yon heavenly birth.
For Christ the Lord to all men is given,
To be our Savior sent down from heaven:
Come, welcome Him!
Hasten then, hasten to
Bethlehem’s stall,
There to see heaven descend to us all.
With holy feeling, there humbly kneeling,
We will adore Him, bow down before Him,
Worship the King.
There to see heaven descend to us all.
With holy feeling, there humbly kneeling,
We will adore Him, bow down before Him,
Worship the King.
Angels and shepherds together
we go
Seeking the Savior from all earthly woe;
While angels, winging, His praise are singing,
Heaven’s echoes ringing, peace on earth bringing,
Good will to men.
Seeking the Savior from all earthly woe;
While angels, winging, His praise are singing,
Heaven’s echoes ringing, peace on earth bringing,
Good will to men.
About the Vocal Solo Music:
Robert MacGimsey (1898-1979) was born in Pineville, Louisiana. MacGimsey spent most of his formative years in the company of blacks who lived and worked for and with his family. Due to their influence he wrote in an "African American" style, and he is often mistakenly assumed to be a black composer. His most famous song was "Sweet Little Jesus Boy" (1934), a well-known Christmas carol written in the style of an African-American spiritual.
Sweet little Jesus Boy They made You be born in a manger
Sweet little Holy Child They didn't know who You were
Sweet little Holy Child They didn't know who You were
Didn't know You'd come to save us Lord, to take our sins
away.
Our eyes was blind; we could not see.
We didn't know who You were
Our eyes was blind; we could not see.
We didn't know who You were
Long time ago You were born.
Born in a manger, Lord, Sweet little Jesus Boy.
The world treat You mean, Lord; Treat me mean, too.
But that's how things is down here.
We didn't know ‘twas You.
The world treat You mean, Lord; Treat me mean, too.
But that's how things is down here.
We didn't know ‘twas You.
You done told us how we been a-tryin'
Master, You done showed us how Even when You’s dyin'.
It just seems like we can't do right; Look how we treated YouMaster, You done showed us how Even when You’s dyin'.
Please, please, forgive us, Lord,
We didn't know ‘twas You.
Sweet little Jesus Boy Born a long time ago
Sweet little Holy Child
We didn't know who You were.
Sweet little Holy Child
We didn't know who You were.
About the Hymns:
"It Came Upon the Midnight Clear" was written by Edmund Sears, pastor of the Unitarian Church in Wayland, Massachusetts. It first appeared on December 29, 1849, in the Christian Register in Boston. Sears is said to have written these words at the request of his friend, William Parsons Lunt, pastor of United First Parish Church, Quincy, Massachusetts.
This may be the only commonly sung Christmas carol in
our hymnals that does not mention the birth of Christ! The focus is rather on
the song of the angels, “Peace on the earth, good will to men,” taken from Luke
2:14. The hymn’s central theme
contrasts the scourge of war with the song of the angels’ “peace to God’s
people on earth.” This is one of the earliest social gospel hymns written in
the U.S. Sears’ context was the social strife that plagued the country as
the Civil War approached. This hymn comes from a Boston publication, Christian
Register, published on Dec. 29, 1849.
The original stanza three, missing from our hymnals, sheds light on the
poet’s concerns about the social situation in the U.S. in the mid-19th century.
But with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not The love-song, which they bring:
O hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing!”
But with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not The love-song, which they bring:
O hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing!”



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