Composer: John Rutter
Author: Robert Herrick
Publisher: Oxford University Press
Voicing: SATB
Pages: 8
Copies: 18
Publish Date: 1988
Lyrics
What sweeter music can we bring,
Than a carol for to sing
The birth of this our heavenly King?
Awake the voice! Awake the string!
Dark and dull night, fly hence away,
And give the honour to this day
That sees December turned to May
Why does the chilling winter's morn
Smile, like a field beset with corn?
Or smell like a meadow newly shorn
Thus on the sudden?
Come and see The case,
why things thus fragrant be:
Tis he is born, whose quickening birth
Gives life and listre, public mirth,
To heaven and the underearth.
We see him come, and know him ours,
Who, with his sunshine and his showers,
Turns patient ground to flowers,
turns all the patient ground to flowers.
The darling of the world is come,
And fit it is, we find a room
To welcome him, to welcome him.
The nobler parts of all the house here,
is the heart Which we will give him;
and bequeath This holly and this ivy wreath,
To do him honour; who's our King,
And Lord of all this revealing.
What sweeter music can we bring,
Than a carol for to sing,
The birth of this our heavenly King,
The birth of this our heavenly King.
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