In the previous post I listed some really bad Chistmas songs. In this post I will list the very best. Feel free to disagree or challenge my selections.
*O Holy Night
The melody, but Alphonse Adam, is one of the most beautiful and dramatic melodies of all time. The words are deep and significant. Here’s my favorite section:
Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His Gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
And in His Name all oppression shall cease.
*In the Bleak Midwinter
The words are by Christina Rossetti, one of my favorite poets. She portrays the Nativity in a senstive, loving way which is extremely heartwarming. I have a hard time holding back tears when I hear it or sing it. Here’s my favorite verse:
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
*Angels We Have Heard on High
It tells the story of the shepherds and the angels very well, and the Gloria section is fun to sing.
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heavenly song?
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
*O Come, All Ye Faithful
This majestic hymn makes me want to march with my brothers and sisters to the manger to see the baby Jesus. I especially love it played by an orchestra with trumpet fanfares and a big, bold coda at the end.
Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning;
Jesus, to Thee be glory given;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.
*What Child Is This?
I love the haunting melody and the question-and-answer format of the lyrics. I like the full version–not the one with a repeated refrain (“This, this is Christ the King. . .”) but the one with the complete verses. Here’s the entire song:
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, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, 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 Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, 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, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.