Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus,
Domine Deus Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua.
Osanna in excelsis.

Panis angelicus fit panis hominum,
dat panis coelicus figuris terminum.
O res mirabilis manducat Dominum
pauper, pauper servus e humilis.

Panis angelicus, etc.

Ah! Turn me not away;
receive me though unworthy.
Hear Thou my cry,
behold Lord, my distress.
Answer me from Thy throne;
haste Thee, Lord, to mine aid.
Thy pity shew in my deep anguish.
Let not the sword of vengeance smite me
though righteous Thine anger, O Lord.
Shield me in danger! O regard me,
on Thee, Lord, alone will I call!

O Divine Redeemer!
I pray Thee grant me pardon,
and remember not my sins.
Forgive me, O Divine Redeemer!
I pray Thee grant me pardon,
and remember not, O Lord, my sins.

Night gathers round my soul!
Fearful I cry to Thee!
Come to mine aid, O Lord;
haste Thee, Lord, haste to help me!
Hear my cry! Hear my cry!
Save me, Lord, in Thy mercy.
Hear my cry! Hear my cry!
Come and save me, O Lord!

O Divine Redeemer!
I pray Thee grant me pardon,
and remember not, O Lord, my sins.
Save in the day of retribution;
from Death shield Thou me, O my God.
O Divine Redeemer!
Have mercy! Help me, my Saviour!

Alfred Phillips
©J.B. Cramer & Co., Ltd.,
(Reprinted by permission of the publishers.)

Last night I lay asleeping,
there came a dream so fair.
I stood in old Jerusalem beside the temple there.
I heard the children singing
and ever as they sang,
methought the voice of angels
from heav'n in answer rang.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
lift up your gates and sing.
Hosanna in the highest,
hosanna to your King.

And then methought my dream was changed,
the streets no longer rang.

Hushed were the glad hosannas
the little children sang.
The sun grew dark with mystery,
the morn was cold and chill
as the shadow of a cross arose
upon a lonely hill.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
hark how the angels sing.
Hosanna in the highest,
hosanna to your King.

And once again the scene was changed,
new earth there seemed to be.
I saw the Holy City beside the tideless sea.

The light of God was on its streets
the gates were open wide,
and all who would might enter
and no one was denied.
No need of moon or stars by night
or sun to shine by day,
it was the new Jerusalem
that would not pass away.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
sing for the night is o'er.
Hosanna in the highest,
hosanna for ever more.

S.E. Weatherly

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now I'm found,
was blind but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
and grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear,
the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come.
'Twas grace that brought me safe thus far,
and grace will lead me home.

When we've been there ten thousand years,
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise
than when we first begun.

What Child is this who laid to rest
on Mary's lap is sleeping,
whom angels greet with anthems sweet
while shepherds watch are keeping?
This is Christ the King
whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Haste to bring Him laud,
the Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate
where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian fear, for sinners here
the silent word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
the Cross be borne for me for you.
Hail the Word made flesh,
the Babe, the Son of Mary.
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh,
come peasant, King to own Him,
the King of Kings salvation brings,
let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise the song on high,
the Virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, for Christ is born,
the Babe, the Son of Mary.

W. Chatterton

Let us break bread together on our knees.
When I fall on my knees
with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord have mercy on me.

Let us drink wine together on our knees.
When I fall on my knees,
with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord have mercy on me.
Let us praise God together on our knees.
When I fall on my knees
with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord, have mercy, if you please.

I wonder as I wander, out under the sky,
how Jesus the Saviour did come for to die.
For poor orn'ry people like you and like I,
I wonder as I wander, out under the sky.

When Mary birthed Jesus, 'twas in a cow's stall,
with wise men and farmers and shepherds and all.
But high from God's heaven a star's light did fall
and the promise of ages it then did recall.

If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing,
a star in the sky or a bird on the wing,
or all of God's angels in heav'n for to sing
He surely could have it, 'cause He was the King.

I wonder as I wander, etc.

Sweet little Jesus Boy
they made you be born in a manger.
Sweet little Holy Chil '
didn't know who you was.
Didn't know you'd come to save us, Lord,
to take our sins away.
Our eyes was blind, we couldn't see,
we didn't know who you was.

Long time ago you was born,
born in a manger low,
sweet little Jesus Boy.
De worl' treat you mean, Lord.
Treat me mean too.
But that's how things is down here:
we don't know who you is.

You done told us how.
We is a tryin'.
Master, you done show'd us how
ev'n when you's dyin'.
Just seem like we can't do right,
look how we treated you.
But please sir, forgive us Lord.
We didn't know 'twas you.

Sweet little Jesus Boy
born long time ago.
Sweet little Holy Chil'
an' we didn't know who you was.

Robert MacGimsey
©1934 Carl Fischer Inc., New York.
(Reprinted by permission of the publishers)

When blossoms flowered 'mid the snows
upon a winter night
was born the Child, the Christmas Rose,
the King of love and light.
The angels sang, the shepherds sang,
the grateful earth rejoiced.
And at His blessed birth the stars
their exultation voiced.

O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

Again the heart with rapture glows,
to greet the holy night
that gave the world its Christmas Rose.
its King of love and light.
Let ev'ry voice acclaim His name,
the grateful chorus swell.
From paradise to earth He came
that we with Him might dwell.

O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

©1917 J. Fischer Bros.

(Reprinted in The Netherlands with the kind
permission of Universal Songs, B.V.)