Choir for 4 voices
Alto solo
Bass solo
Travers fluteI + II
Oboe d`amore I + II
Violin I + II
Viola
Violoncello
Bassoon
Basso continuo

Glory to God in the highest, peace be on earth and unto men a sign of good favor.


Be telling, ye heavens, of God's great glory,
Ye feast days, make manifest now his might.
But forget not, all the while,
His affection, his great faith,
Which he to them who are fallen extends.

Oh, love to which no love is like:
The high-exalted Son of God
Forsakes his heav'nly realm;
A prince forsakes the royal throne
And, here to serve,
Is born a wretched man amongst us,
So that the mortal race of man
Might not be lost forever;
What is thy due,
My faithful Jesus, now in turn?

O thou lovely treasure dear,
Raise thyself from this thy manger,
Find instead upon my lips now
And in this my heart thy place.

The child is mine,
And I am his,
Thou art the sum of all my substance;
Besides thee shall
With me
No wealth, no jewel find good favor.
In want I'll have abundant store,
In sadness
I'll have gladness,
When I'm sick, he healeth me,
When I'm weak, he lifteth me,
When I'm astray, he seeketh me,
And when I falter, he holds me,
Yea, when I at the last must die,
He bringeth me to life in heaven;
Beloved store, through thee
To me yet in the world shall heav'n itself be given.

I'll not let thee go,
I'll close thee within
My heart now through faith and affection.
And thee, O my light,
No torment, no pain,
Yea, not even hell shall steal from me.

Lead on, 'tis my desire
To cleave to thee, O Jesus,
E'en though the world should break
Into a thousand pieces.
O Jesus, thou, just thou,
Thou art my life alone;
In thee, alone in thee,
My Jesus, will I sleep.

Titus 2: 11-14; Isaiah 9: 2-7