In that region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
The Hidden Light
“The music I have written picks up and runs with the emotive content, and because I feel so strongly for the words, the compositional process has felt like being a mirror focusing light to laser intensity.”
Joanna Marsh
composer
on Malcolm Guite’s powerful new poem, ‘The Hidden Light’, commissioned for our Advent Carol Service.
O Holy Night
Oh holy night
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night
Of our dear Savior’s birth
Long lay the world
In sin and error pining
Till He appeared
and the soul felt it’s worth
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
Oh, hear the angel voices
Oh, night divine
Oh, night when Christ was born
Oh, night divine
Oh night, oh night divine
Led by the light of faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
Over by night a star is sweetly gleaming
It came the wisemen from out of the Orient land
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger
In all our trials born to be our friends
Fall on your knees!
Oh, hear the angel voices
Oh, night divine
Oh, night when Christ was born
Oh, night divine
“I prefer peace. But if trouble must come, let it come in my time, so that my children can live in peace.”
Thomas Paine