Adam lay ybounden (Boris Ord)

See also: Adam lay ybounden (Philip Ledger)

Adam lay ybounden
Bounden in a bond;
Four thousand winter,
Thought he not too long.

And all was for an apple
An apple that he took.
As clerkes finden,
Written in their book.

Ne had the apple taken been
The apple taken been,
Ne had never our ladie,
Abeen heav'ne queen.

Blessed be the time
That apple taken was,
Therefore we moun singen.
Deo gracias!

See also: Adam lay ybounden (Philip Ledger)

Historical Background

Words: Sloane Manuscript 2593 (15th century)
Music: Boris Ord

Lo! He comes with clouds descending (England)

Lo! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favored sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
God appears on earth to reign.

Every eye shall now behold Him
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing, deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.

Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heav'n and earth, shall flee away;
All who hate Him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day:
Come to judgment! Come to judgment!
Come to judgment! Come away!

Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear;
All His saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
See the day of God appear!

Answer Thine own bride and Spirit,
Hasten, Lord, the general doom!
The new Heav'n and earth t'inherit,
Take Thy pining exiles home:
All creation, all creation,
Travails! groans! and bids Thee come!

The dear tokens of His passion
Still His dazzling body bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To His ransomed worshippers;
With what rapture, with what rapture
Gaze we on those glorious scars!

Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eternal throne;
Savior, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for Thine own;
O come quickly! O come quickly!
Everlasting God, come down!


Text: Charles Wesley (1758)
Tune: HELMSLEY 87.87.87

Do You Hear What I Hear? (USA)

Said the night wind to the little lamb,
do you see what I see
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
do you see what I see
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,
do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,
do you hear what I hear
A song, a song, high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,
do you know what I know
In your palace warm, mighty king,
do you know what I know
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Let us bring Him silver and gold

Said the king to the people everywhere,
listen to what I say
Pray for peace, people everywhere!
listen to what I say
The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light


Text: Noël Regney (1962)
Music: Gloria Shayne Baker (1962)

My Lord, What A Morning (USA)

Refrain:

My lord what a morning,
My lord what a morning,
My lord what a morning,
When the stars begin to fall

You'll hear the trumpet sound,
To wake the nations underground,
Look in my God's right hand
When the starts begin to fall. (Refrain)

You'll hear the sinner moan,
To wake the nations underground,
Look in my God's right hand
When the starts begin to fall. (Refrain)

You'll hear the christians shout,
To wake the nations underground,
Look in my God's right hand
When the starts begin to fall (Refrain)


Text/Tune: Traditional African American Spiritual

Soon and Very Soon (USA)

Chorus:

Soon and very soon
We are going to see the King
Soon and very soon
We are going to see the King
Soon and very soon
We are going to see the King
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
We're going to see the king

No more cryin there,
We are going to see the King
No more cryin there,
We are going to see the King
No more cryin there,
We are going to see the King
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
We're going to see the King

Bridge:
Should there be any rivers we must cross
Should there be any mountains we must climb
God will supplt all the strength that we need
Give us strength till we reach the other side.

Verse:
We have come from every nation, God has already signed our name. Jesus took his blood and he washed my sins.. he washed them all away. Yet there are those of us who have laid down our lives but we all shall meet again on the other side... soon and very soon.

Chorus

Bridge

Ending:
Hallelujah, Halleljuah, We're going to see the King!

Text/Music: Andraé Crouch

Tochter Zion, freue dich (Germany)

See also the English Translation: Zion's Daughter

Tochter Zion, freue dich,
Jauchze laut. Jerusalem!
Sieh, dein König kommt zu dir,
Ja, er kommt, der Friedensfürst.
Tochter Zion, freue dich,
Jauchze laut. Jerusalem!

Hosianna, Davids Sohn,
Sei gesegnet deinem Volk!
Gründe nun dein ewig Reich,
Hosianna in der Höh!
Hosianna, Davids Sohn,
Sei gesegnet deinem Volk.

Hosianna, Davids Sohn,
Sei gegrüßet, König mild!
Ewig steht dein Friedensthron,
Du, des ewgen Vaters Kind.
Hosianna, Davids Sohn!
Sei gegrüßet, König mild!

See also the English Translation: Zion's Daughter

PDF: Music Notation

Setting of Zechariah 9:9

Text: Friedrich Heinrich Ranke (1826)
Tune: Georg Friedrich Handel (1747)

Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme (Germany)

See also English Translation: Wake, Awake, For Night Is Flying

1) Wachet auf; ruft uns die Stimme
der Wächter sehr hoch auf der Zinne,
wach auf, du Stadt Jerusalem!
Mitternacht heißt diese Stunde;
sie rufen uns mit hellem Munde:
Wo seid ihr klugen Jungfrauen?
Wohlauf, der Bräut'gam kommt!
Steht auf, die Lampen nehmt!
Halleluja! Macht euch bereit zu der Hochzeit;
ihr müsset ihm entgegengehn!

2) Zion hört die Wächter singen;
das Herz tut ihr vor Freude springen;
sie wachet und steht eilend auf.
Ihr Freund kommt vom Himmel prächtig,
von Gnaden stark, von Wahrheit mächtig;
ihr Licht wird hell, ihr Stern geht auf.
Nun komm, du werte Kron, Herr Jesu, Gottes Sohn!
Hosianna! Wir folgen all zum Freudensaal
und halten mit das Abendmahl.

3) Gloria sei dir gesungen
mit Menschen- und mit Engelzungen,
mit Harfen und mit Zimbeln schön.
Von zwölf Perlen sind die Tore an deiner Stadt,
wir stehn im Chore der Engel hoch um deinen Thron.
Kein Äug hat je gespürt, kein Ohr hat mehr gehört solche Freude.
Des jauchzen wir und singen dir das Halleluja für und für.

See also English Translation: Wake, Awake, For Night Is Flying

Text & Melody: Philipp Nicolai (1599)