Outdoor Carols at St Wulstans

Come along to sing at St Wulstans at 7pm on Friday 18th December.

Wrap up warm and think about bringing a seat with you to help with social distancing.

Remember that we are in Tier 2 (although this may change on Thursday) and that Rule of Six and other guidance is in place.

You must wear a face covering unless you are in an exempt group.

You can download the words to print off at home here.

You can use your phone to read the words live as we sing by scrolling on this page.

IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER FROSTY WIND MADE MOAN
earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
in the bleak mid-winter, long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold him nor earth sustain;
heaven and earth shall flee away when he come to reign:
in the bleak mid-winter a stable place sufficed
the Lord God almighty, Jesus Christ.

What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb,
if I were a wise man I would do my part;
yet what I can I give him, give my heart.

LORD, THE LIGHT OF YOUR LOVE IS SHINING
In the midst of the darkness, shining
Jesus, Light of the world, shine upon us
Set us free by the truth you now bring us

Shine on me, shine on me
Shine, Jesus, shine, fill this land with the Father’s glory
Blaze, Spirit, blaze, set our hearts on fire
Flow, river, flow, flood the nations with grace and mercy
Send forth your word, Lord, and let there be light

Lord, I come to your awesome presence,
From the shadows into your radiance
By the blood I may enter your brightness
Search me, try me, consume all my darkness

Shine on me, shine

As we gaze on your kingly brightness,
so our faces display your likeness
Ever changing from glory to glory,
mirrored here may our lives tell your story

Shine on me, shine

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

How silently, how silently the wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear 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 in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell:
O come to us, abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel.

HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING
glory to the new-born King,
peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful, all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies;
with the angelic host proclaim, ‘Christ is born in Bethlehem.’

Hark, the herald angels sing,
“glory to the new-born King!”

Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord,
late in time behold him come, offspring of a Virgin’s womb!
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see: Hail, the incarnate Deity,
pleased as man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel.

Hark, the herald …

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace, hail the sun of righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings, risen with healing in his wings;
Mild he lays his glory by, born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth, born to give them second birth.

Hark, the herald …

JOY TO THE WORLD THE LORD IS COME!
let earth receive her King; let every heart prepare him room,
and heaven and nature sing, and heaven and nature sing,
and heaven, and heaven and nature sing.

Joy to the world, the Saviour reigns! let all their songs employ;
while fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
repeat the sounding joy, repeat the sounding joy,
repeat, repeat the sounding joy.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
and makes the nations prove the glories of his righteousness,
and wonders of his love, and wonders of his love,
and wonders, and wonders of his love.

O COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL JOYFUL AND TRIUMPHANT
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
come and behold him born the King of Angels:

O come, let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord!

See how the shepherds, summoned to his cradle,
leaving their flocks, draw nigh with lowly fear;
we too will thither bend our joyful footsteps:

O come, let us …

Lo! Star-led chieftains, Magi, Christ adoring,
offer him incense, gold, and myrrh;
we to the Christ child bring our heart’s oblations:

O come, let us …

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation,
sing, all ye citizens of heaven above;
glory to God in the highest:

O come, let us …

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