All praise to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own almighty wings."Tallis' Canon"; music: Thomas Tallis (1505-1585); words: Thomas Ken (1637-1711)
Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
from tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse's lineage coming,
as those of old have sung.
It came, a floweret bright,
amid the cold of winter,
when half spent was the night.
Isaiah 'twas foretold it,
the Rose I have in mind;
with Mary we behold it,
the Virgin Mother kind.
To show God's love aright,
she bore to men a Savior,
when half spent was the night.Words: 15th cent. German, trans. Theodore Baker; Music: 'Es Ist Ein Ros Entsprungen',
Alte Catholische Geistliche Kirchengesang, 1599; Harmony by Michael Praetorius, 1609
Your part of the world looks so beautiful, Kitty.
Posted by: Michael | Wednesday, December 20, 2006 at 08:22 AM
It is indeed, Michael. :)
Posted by: Kitty | Wednesday, December 20, 2006 at 08:24 PM