Tre canzoni a tema, che ricordano il Natale e che nei Paesi anglosassoni sono riproposte spesso, durante il periodo che precede le festività natalizie. Ecco i testi:
Go, Tell it on the Mountain
While shepherds kept their watching
O’er silent flocks by night,
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light
: Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.
The shepherds deared and trembled
When lo! above the earth
Rang out the angel chorus
That hailed our Savour’s birth;
Down in a lowly manger
Our humble Christ was born;
And God sent us salvation
that blessed Christmas morn
When I was a seeker
I sought both night and day
I sought the Lord to help me
And He showed me the way.
He made me a watchman
Upon the city wall
And If I am a Christian
I am the least of all.
Hark the herald angels sing, “Glory to the newborn king
Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinner reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies
With angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem”
Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the new-born king.
Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ the everlasting lord
Late in time behold him come, off-spring of the virgin’s womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail th’incarnate deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell, Jesus our Emmanuel.
Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the new-born king.
Hark the heav’n-born Prince of Peace, Hail, the Sun of Righteousness
Light and life to all He brings, Ris’n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays his glory by, born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth, born to give them second birth.
Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the new-born king.
Oh Little Town of Bethlehem
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in they dark streets shineth, the everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.
For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above
While mortals sleep the angels keep their watch of wondering love
Oh morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth.
And praises sing to God the king, and peace to men on earth.
How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given
So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of his heaven
No ear may hear his coming, but in this world of sin
Where meek souls will receive him still, the dear Christ enters in.
Oh holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us we pray
Cast out our sin and enter in, be born in us today
We hear the Christmas angels, the great glad tidings tell
O come to us, abide with us, our lord Emanuel.