Car Carols Program
Ave Maria, |
Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord be with you. Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners. Hail, Mary, pray for us, now and in the hour of our death. Holy Mary, pray for us, Hail, Mary, full of grace, pray for us sinners in the hour of our death. Amen. |
Mary had a little baby, |
Soloists:
Ann Baltes, soprano
Bill Rosholt, baritone
Grace Rosholt, violin
Alison Read, harp
How far is it to Bethlehem? Not very far. Shall we find the stable room Lit by a star? Can we see the little child, Is he within? If we lift the wooden latch May we go in? May we stroke the creatures there, Ox, ass, or sheep? May we peek like them and see Jesus asleep? If we touch his tiny hand Will he awake? Will he know we’ve come so far Just for his sake? Great kings have precious gifts, And we have naught, Little smiles and little tears Are all we brought. For all weary children Mary must weep. Here, on his bed of straw Sleep, children, sleep. God in his mother’s arms, Babes in the byre, Sleep, as they sleep who find Their heart’s desire. —Frances Chesterson |
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! Silent night! Holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight! Glories stream from heaven afar, Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia! Christ the Saviour 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! |
1. Gegrüßet, Maria, du Mutter der Gnaden! 2. Maria, du sollst einen Sohn empfangen, 3. O Engel, wie mag ich das erleben, 4. Wie Tau kommt über die Blumenmatten, 5. Maria, die höret solches gerne, 6. Die Engel sanken auf ihre Knie, |
1. Hail, Mary, mother of grace! 2. Mary, you shall conceive a son. 3. O angels, how may I experience this? 4. As dew comes over the flowerbeds, 5. Mary heard such things gladly, 6. The angels sank to their knees, Translation from https://www.cpdl.org/wiki/index.php/Der_englische_Gruss,_Op._22,_No._1_(Johannes_Brahms) |
Dormi, Jesu! Mater ridet Quae tam dulcem somnum videt, Dormi, Jesu! blandule! Si non dormis, Mater plorat, Inter fila cantans orat, Blande, veni, somnule. |
Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling: Mother sits beside thee smiling; Sleep, my darling, tenderly! If thou sleep not, mother mourneth, Singing as her wheel she turneth: Come, soft slumber, balmily! —Translation by S. T. Coleridge |
Soloists:
Caitlin Schmidt and Megan Wiemann, sopranos (duet)
Aaron Rapp, bass
Sarah Hallas, alto
Charlotte Bahnfleth, alto
Caitlin Schmidt, soprano
Katherine Fortney, alto, and Chris Eggers, tenor (duet)
Tleycantimo choquiliya Mis prasedes, mi apisión. Aleloya. Dejal to el llando crecida, miral to el mulo y el buey. Ximoyollali, mi rey. Tlein mitztolinia, mi vida? No sé por qué deneis pena, tan lindo cara de rosa. Nocpiholotzin, niño hermosa, nochalchiuh, naxoquena. Jesós de mi goraçón, no lloreis, mi pantasía. |
We sing to you, little flower, My pleasures, my passion. Alleluia. Leave thou the growing cry, Behold the mule and the ox. Take comfort, my king. What bothers you, my beloved? I know not what pains you, Such beautiful rosy face, Noble Lord, handsome child, My gem, my white-plumed bird. Jesus of my heart, Do not cry, my fantasy. Translation from: https://www.cpdl.org/wiki/index.php/Tleycantimo_choquiliya_(Gaspar_Fernandes) |
Soloist:
Mark Brampton Smith, organ
Psallite, superi; plaudite, caelites; canite, angeli; jubilate. Quae est ista, quae ascendit quasi aurora consurgens? Maria est, quae noctem peccati depulit, gratiae diem protulit, justitiae solem peperit. Psallite, superi… Quae est ista, quae ascendit pulchra ut luna? Maria est, humore fecunda caelitium gratiarum, ut soli Deo placeat; Spiritu Sancto super impleta, ut terra gratias influat, ut miseris mortalibus depluat. Psallite, superi … Quae est ista, electa ut sol? Maria est, sola peccati nescia, ignara noctis tartari, virtutem luce fulgida, vitae caelestis radiis coronata. Psallite, superi… Quae est ista, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinate? Maria est, singularis inimica diaboli; Maria virguncula, tenellula, placidula, metuenda diabolo invisa, terribilis, formidabilis; expugnatrix, debellatrix, triumphatrix Maria diaboli. Quae est ista? Maria est. Psallite, superi… |
Sing, saints above; rejoice, heavenly ones; sing, angels; shout for joy! . Who is this woman, who ascends like the rising dawn? |
On Christmas night all Christians sing To hear the news the angels sing. News of great joy, News of great mirth, News of our merciful King’s birth. Then why should we on earth be so sad since our redeemer made us glad? When from our sin he set us free All for to gain our liberty. All out of darkness we have light Which made the angels sing this night. Glory to God and peace to all Now and for evermore. Amen. |
Soloist:
Alison Read, harp
Tomorrow shall be my dancing day, (Chorus)
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(Chorus) Sing “oh, my love” “Oh my love, my love, my love.” This have I done for my true love. |
Glory to God in the highest, glory, Peace on earth goodwill to all! Luke 2:14 |
Soloists:
Aaron Rapp, bass
Mark Anderson, tenor
Linda Palmer, soprano
He is. Can’t you see mother Mary? Heavy laden with child, The spirit come upon her, She was blessed all the while. Ev’ry knee’s gonna bow, Ev’ry tongue’s gon’ confess His Holy name! Wonderful counselor, Almighty God, Prince of Peace, Everlasting Father, He is. Can’t you see that ol’ angel? Just like the prophet told, That she would bear a son, The only son of God. Can’t you see Father Joseph? Protecting Mary from disgrace. The angel reassured him: “Do not fear but trust in faith!” Can’t you see heav’n rejoicin’ At the coming of the Son? Sent to save this sinsick world. Through Him all vict’ry’s won, And He is wonderful counselor, He is the mighty God, He is the everlasting Father! Ev’ry knee’s gonna bow, Ev’ry tongue’s gon’ confess His Holy name! He is! |
O sweet was the song the Virgin sang When she to Bethlehem Judah came, And was delivered of a son, And Jesus was his name. Lulee, lully, lullo, lullaby. “O sweet babe,” sang she, “My son.” And so a Savior is born Who was given from on high To visit us That were forlorn. Lullee, lully, lullo, lullaby. And Jesus was his name, And sweet was the song she sang. William Ballet (17th century) |
Words by G. R. Woodward (1848 – 1934) Ding Dong! Merrily on high, In heav’n the bells are ringing; Ding Dong! Verily the sky Is riv’n with angel singing. Gloria! Hosanna in excelsis! E’en so here below, below, Let steeple bells be swungen, And “io, io, io!” By priest and people sungen. Gloria! Hosanna in excelsis! Pray you, dutifully prime Your matin chime, ye ringers! May you beautifully rhyme Your evetime song, ye singers! Gloria! Hosanna in excelsis! |
Soloists:
Caitlin Schmidt and Amanda Jones, sopranos
Ensemble:
Kara Noah and Ann Baltes, sopranos; Brittany Pahnke, mezzo soprano;
Matthew Walsh, tenor
Bill Rosholt, baritone
John Millholland, bass
Mark Brampton Smith, piano
We can be together for now and forever And when I’m prayin’, I hear him saying’ “I love you, I love you.” People all over the world, they’re opening up, they’re comin’ around and they’re sayin’ I love you. –Randy Stonehill |
I see skies of blue The colors of the rainbow I hear babies cry –George David Weiss and Bob Thiele |