Composition Texts

Catalogue of Texts Set to Music

Adoro te devote (Jesus, I Adore Thee)

The Latin underlay is the chant-hymn text attributed to Thomas Aquinas (1227-1274). The English underlay adapted by Stephen Caracciolo is at times a loose translation of Aquinas’ text, and at others a rhymed and metered interpretation of the first chapter of John’s gospel.

Adoro te devote, latens Deitas,                          I devoutly adore you, O hidden Deity
Quae sub his figuris vere latitas:                        Truly hidden beneath these appearances.
Tibi se cor meum totum subjicit,                         My whole heart submits to you,
Quia te contemplans totum deficit.                     And in contemplating you, it surrenders itself completely.

Visus, tactus, gustus in te fallitur,                       Sight, touch, and taste are all deceived in their judgment of you,
Sed auditu solo tuto creditur                              But hearing suffices firmly to believe.
Credo quidquid dixit Dei Filius;                           I believe all that the Son of God has spoken;
Nil hoc verbo veritatis verius.                             There is nothing truer than this word of truth.

O memoriale mortis Domini                                O memorial of our Lord’s death!
Panis vivus, vitam praestans homini.                 Living bread that gives life to man,
Praesta meae menti de te vivere,                      Grant my soul to live on you,
Et te illi semper dulce sapere.                            And always to savor your sweetness.

Jesu, quem velatum nunc aspicio,                     Jesus, whom now I see hidden,
Oro fiat illud quod tam sitio:                                I ask you to fulfill what I so desire:
Ut, te revelata cernens facie,                              That the sight of your face being unveiled
Visu simbeatus, tuae gloriae.                              I may have the happiness of seeing your glory.

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Jesus I adore thee, Word of truth and grace,
Who in glory shineth light upon our race.
Christ, to thee surrendered, my whole heart is bowed.
Alpha and Omega, thou true Son of God.

Taste and touch and vision to discern thee fail;
Faith that comes by hearing, pierces through the veil.
I believe whate’er the Son of God hath told.
What the truth hath spoken that for truth I hold.

Word of God incarnate, Lord of life and light,
Teach me how to love and worship thee aright.
Holy Spirit, ever ‘bide within my heart,
Speaking thy commandments, telling all thou art.

Wondrous revelation, verity and grace.
Lo, in glory’s heav’n I see thee face to face.
Light of endless light whom heav’n and earth adore,
Fill me with thy radiance, now and evermore.

Christ Victorious Christ, Now Reigning

Stephen Caracciolo, accessing the many and varied images of Christ as set forth in the lections for Christ the King Sunday (years A,B, & C).

Christ victorious; Christ, now reigning;
Christ, your Lord and King, commands!
Shouts of triumph, praise unceasing,
“Holy, holy to the Lamb.”
Alleluia, alleluia, Christ by heav’n and earth adored.
Alleluia, alleluia, Righteous King and mighty Lord.

Christ the Image; Christ, the Dawning;
Christ the first of God’s commands.
All things through him, all things for him,
Stars and all of heav’n’s expanse.
Alleluia, alleluia, Light and Source and Holy One.
Alleluia, alleluia, Christ who was and is to come.

Christ the Victim, Christ, the Healing;
Love anoints his hands and feet.
Christ the dying; Christ the rising,
God’s own sacrifice complete.
Alleluia, alleluia, Hail the Chosen One of God!
Alleluia, alleluia, Great Redeemer, saving Lord.

Come Almighty, claim your kingdom.
Call a nation for your own.
Come with beauty, pow’r and blessing.
Gather all your people home.
Alleuia, alleluia, Christ the Banquet, Christ the Song.
Alleuia, alleluia, Christ the glory, Christ alone.

Come Unto Me All Ye That Labour

Based on Matthew 11:28, Stephen Caracciolo

Come unto me all ye that labour,
All those weary and heavy laden.
Come and I will give you peace.

Goodbye, Old Paint

American Traditional

Goodbye, Old Paint, I’m a leavin’ Cheyenne.

My foot’s in the stirrup, my pony won’t stand,
I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne, I’m off for Montan’.

I’m ridin’ Old Paint, I’m leadin’ Old Dan,
Goodbye, Little Annie, I’m leavin’ Cheyenne.

Old Paint’s a good pony, he paces when he can.
Good morning, young lady, my horses won’t stand.

Oh, hitch up your horses and feed ‘em some hay,
And seat yourself by me as long as you stay.

Oh, when I die, take my saddle from the wall,
Put it on my pony and lead him from the stall.

Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces due west,
And we’ll ride the prairie that we love the best.

Hush! My Dear, Lie Sill and Slumber

Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Sing lullaby, sing lullaby.

Hush! My dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heav’nly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

How much better thou’rt attended
Than the Son of God could be.
When from heaven he descended.
He became a child like thee.

Mayst thou live to know and fear him,
Trust and love him all thy days:
Then in heaven dwell thou near him,
See his face and sing his praise.

Let My Prayer Rise Before You As Incense

Psalm 141

Let my prayer rise before you as incense;
the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

O Lord, I call to you, come to me quickly;
hear my voice when I cry to you.

Set a watch before my mouth, O Lord;
and guard the door of my lips.

Let not my heart incline to any evil thing;
let me not be occupied in wickedness with evil doers.

But my eyes are turned to you, O God;
in you I take refuge, O Lord.

Make We Joy Now in This Fest

Anonymous 15th Century macaronic poem mixing English and Latin

Make we joy now in this fest,
In quo Christus natus est.                                      [in which Christ is born]
Eya, eya.                                                                [ah, ah]

A Patre Unigenitus                                                 [the Only-begotten of the Father]
Is through a maiden come to us.
Sing we of him and say ‘Welcome!
Veni Redemptor gentium.’                                      [come, Redeemer of the Nations]

A solis ortus cardine                                               [from the rising of the sun]
So mighty a lord was none as he,
And to our kind he hath him knit
Adam parens quod polluit.                                      [which the father Adam defiled]

Maria ventre concepit,                                            [Mary conceived in her womb]
The Holy Ghost was aye her with.
Of her in Bethlem born he is,
Consors Paternit luminis.                                       [sharing in the light of his Father]

People, Look East

Eleanor Farjeon (1881–1965)

People look east, the time is near
For the crowning of the year.
Make your house fair as you are able,
Trim the hearth and set the table.
People look east and sing today,
Love, the Guest, is on the way.

Furrows be glad. Though earth is bare,
One more seed is planted there.
Give up your strength the seed to nourish,
That in time the flow’r may flourish.
People look east, and sing today,
Love, the Rose, is on the way.

Stars keep the watch when night is dim,
One more light the bowl shall brim,
Shining beyond the frosty weather,
Bright as sun and moon together.
People look east and sing today,
Love, the Star, is on the way.

Angels announce with shouts of mirth
Him who brings new life to earth.
Set ev’ry peak and valley humming
With the word the Lord is coming.
People look east and sing today,
Love, the Lord, is on the way!

Sans Day Carol (Now the Holly Bears a Berry)

19th Century Cornish

Now the holly bears a berry as white as the milk,
And Mary bore Jesus, who was wrapped up in silk:
And Mary bore Jesus Christ, our Savior for to be,
And the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.

Now the holly bears a berry as green as the grass,
And Mary bore Jesus, who died on the cross:
And Mary bore Jesus Christ, our Savior for to be,
And the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.

Now the holly bears a berry as black as the coal,
And Mary bore Jesus, who died for us all:
And Mary bore Jesus Christ, our Savior for to be,
And the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.

Now the holly bears a berry, as blood is it red,
Then trust we our Savior, who rose from the dead:
And Mary bore Jesus Christ, our Savior for to be,
And the first tree in the greenwood it was the holly.

A Song of Creation

Glorify the Lord, all you works of the Lord,
   Praise him and highly exalt him forever.
In the firmament of his pow’r, glorify the Lord,
   Praise him and highly exalt him forever.

Glorify the Lord, you angels and all pow’rs of the Lord,
   Praise him and highly exalt him forever.
O heav’ns and all the waters above the heav’ns,
Sun and moon and stars of the sky, glorify the Lord,
   Praise him and highly exalt him forever.

Glorify the Lord, ev’ry show’r of rain and fall of dew,
   Praise him and highly exalt him forever,
O winds and fire of heat, O winter and summer, Glorify the Lord,
   Praise him and highly exalt him forever.

Glorify the Lord, O chill and cold,
   Praise him and highly exalt him forever.
Drops of dew and flakes of snow,
frost and cold, ice and sleet, glorify the Lord,
   Praise him and highly exalt him forever!

Glory be to the Father,
   Praise him and highly exalt him forever.
and to the Son,
   Praise him and highly exalt him forever.
and to the Holy Ghost,
   Praise him in the firmament of his pow’r.
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,
world without end. Amen.

–Latin canticle, Benedicite, omnia opera Domini
Book of Common Prayer, taken from the Septuagint translation of Daniel, Chapter 3

Simple Gifts

Elder Joseph Brackett (1797-1882)

‘Tis the gift to be simple, ‘tis the gift to be free,
‘Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain’d,
To bow and to bend we shan’t be asham’d,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
‘Til by turning, turning we come ‘round right.

Songs of Innocence

From Songs of Innocence, William Blake (1757–1827)

i. Nurse’s Song
When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And ev’rything else is still.

Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And dews of night arise;
Come, come leave off play, and let us away,
Till morning appears in the skies.

ii. The Lamb
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?

Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee,
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb.
He is meek and He is mild;
He became a Little child.
I a child, and thou a Lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless Thee!
Little Lamb God bless Thee!

iii. The Echoing Green
The Sun doth arise
and make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells’ cheerful sound.
While our sports shall be seen
on the Echoing Green.

Old John, with white hair
does laugh away care,
Sitting under an oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say:
‘Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls and boys,
In our youth time were seen
on the Echoing Green.’

Till little ones, weary,
No more can make merry:
The sun doth descend,
Our sports have an end.
Round laps of their mothers
come sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
on the Echoing Green.

iv. Cradle Song
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O’er my lovely infant’s head;
Sweet dreams, pleasant streams,
Happy, silent, moony beams.
Sweet sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep, Angel mild,
Hover o’er my happy child.

Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight;
Sweet smiles, mother’s smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dove-like sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes.
Sweet moans, Sweeter smiles,
All the dove-like moans beguiles.

Sleep, sleep, happy child,
All creation slept and smil’d;
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o’er thee thy mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe, once like thee,
Thy Maker lay and wept for me.

Swete was the song the Virgine soong

Anonymous 16th Century

Swete was the song the Virgine soong
When she to Bethlem Juda came
And was deliver’d of a Soone,
Who blessed Jesus hath to Name.

“Lulla, lullaby, Swete Babe!” soong she.

‘My Sonne and eke a Saviour borne,
Which hath vouchsafed from an high
To visitt us that ware forlorne,
Lulla, lullaby.’

“Lulla, lullaby, Swete Babe!” soong she;
And rockt him gently one hir knee.

There Is No Rose Of Such Virtue

Anonymous ca. 1420 macaronic poem mixing English and Latin

There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu.
Alleluia.                                                              [praise Yahweh]

For in this rose contained was
Heav’n and earth in little space.
Res miranda.                                                     [a marvelous thing]

By that rose we may well see
There be one God in persons three,
Pares forma.                                                      [equal in form]

Leave we all this worldly mirth,
And follow we this joyful birth.
Transeamus.                                                      [let us go]

There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu.
Gaudeamus.                                                      [let us rejoice]

To Everything There is a Season

Stephen Caracciolo, Ecclesiates 3, rhymed and metered

To ev’rything there is a season,
And a time for all things under the heav’n.

A time to weep and time to laugh,
A time to mourn and a time to dance.
A time to smile, a time to grieve,
A time to cry, a time to sing.

A time to tear and a time to mend,
A time to begin and a time to end,
A time to search and a time to reveal.
A time to hurt and a time to heal.

A time to plant, a time to harvest,
A time to cast off, time to hold fast.
A time to sow, a time for reaping,
A time to scatter, a time for keeping.

A time for war, a time for peace,
A time to hate and a time to release.
Time to seek and time to know,
Time to increase, to reach to grow.

A time to be silent and time to speak up,
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to lose*, and a time to find.
A time to be born, a time to die.

* misprint in the score

Ubi Caritas

Latin Antiphon for Holy Thursday

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.                                     Where charity and love are, God is there.

Congregavit nos in unum Christi amor.                           Christ’s body has gathered us into one.
Exultemus, et in ipso jucundemur.                                   Let us rejoice and be pleased in Him.
Timeamus, et amemus Deum vivum.                              Let us fear, and let us love the living God.
Et ex corde diligamus sincero.                                        And may we love each other with a sincere heart.

Simul quoque cum beatis videamus.                               And may we with the saints also,
Glorianter vultum tuum, Christe Deus:                            See Thy glory, O Christ our God:
Gaudium, quod est immensum, atque probum,              The joy that is immense and good,
Saecula per infinita saeculorum.                                     Unto the ages through infinite ages.

The Wayfaring Stranger

Traditional American

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
a wand’ring through this world of woe,
but there’s no sickness, toil or danger,
in that bright land to which I go.
I’m goin’ there to see my father,
I’m goin’ there no more to roam.
I’m only goin’ over Jordan,
I’m only goin’ over home.

I’ll soon be freed from ev’ry trial,
my soul shall rest upon that shore;
I’ll drop the cross of self denial,
and enter on my great reward.
I’m goin’ there to see my brothers,
They’ve gone before me, one by one;
I’m only goin’ over Jordan,
I’m only goin’ over home.

I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
yet beauteous fields lie just before me,
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep.
I’m goin’ there to see my mother,
she said she’d meet me when I come.
I’m only goin’ over Jordan,
I’m only goin’ over home.

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
a wand’ring through this world of woe,
but there’s no sickness, toil or danger
in that bright land to which I go.
I’m goin’ there to see my Savior,
I’ll sing his praise forever more!
I’m only goin’ over Jordan,
I’m only goin’ over home.

Within These Walls

Stephen Caracciolo, celebrating the central acts of worship

Within these walls the sound of praises
Radiant alleluias rise
Ceaseless prayer and hymn ascending
Sweet as incense to the skies
Holy, holy, holy God all glory
Saints on earth and saints above
Join to bless the Lord of love.

Within these walls a meal for sharing
Tender alleluias rise
Bread and wine for celebration
Hymns to praise the Crucified
Holy, holy, holy God all glory
Saints on earth and saints above
Join to share this feast of love.

Within these walls a faith confessing
Joyous alleluias rise
Songs of hope and revelation
God’s own Word and sign inspire
Holy, holy, holy God all glory
Saints on earth and saints above
Speak of promise, sing of love.

Within these walls yet far beyond all
Wondrous alleluias rise
Word and song and all creation
Praise the Son of God most high
Holy, holy, holy God all glory
Saints on earth and saints above
Join to bless the Lord of love.