Day Ten — Thursday 3 January 2019

The Word was made flesh and dwelt amongst us. O come, let us worship. Alleluia

Readings (Click the links to see the readings)

1 John 2.29-3.6 | Psalm 98.8-10 | John 1.29-34


"Let the floods clap their hands; let the hills sing together for joy." (Psalm 98.8). Uluru, December 2016.

Ludwig van Beethoven. "Halleluia" from Christ on the Mount of Olives, op 85 (1802). University of California, Los Angeles, 2017. Angeles Chorale, UCLA Chorale, UCLA Philharmonia, cond. Donald Neuen.

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
Unto God's almighty son,
Praise the Lord you bright angelic choirs,
in holy songs of joy.
Men proclaim his grace and glory.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, unto God's almighty son.
Praise the Lord in holy songs of joy.

Christmas Day. The Family Sitting.
John Meade Falkner (1858-1922)

In the days of Caesar Augustus
   There went forth this decree:
Si quis rectus et justus
   Liveth in Galilee,
Let him go up to Jerusalem
   And pay his scot to me.

There are passed one after the other
   Christmas fifty-three,
Since I sat here with my mother
   And heard the great decree:
How they went up to Jerusalem
   Out of Galilee.

They have passed one after the other;
   Father and mother died,
Brother and sister and brother
   Taken and sanctified.
I am left alone in the sitting,
   With none to sit beside.

On the fly-leaves of these old prayer-books
   The childish writings fade,
Which show that once they were their books
   In the days when prayer was made
For other kings and princesses,
   William and Adelaide.

The pillars are twisted with holly,
   And the font is wreathed with yew.
Christ forgive me for folly,
   Youth's lapses not-a-few,
For the hardness of my middle life,
   For age's fretful view.

Cotton-wool letters on scarlet,
   All the ancient lore,
Tell how the chieftains starlit
   To Bethlehem came to adore;
To hail Him King in the manger,
   Wonderful, Counsellor.

The bells ring our in the steeple
   The gladness of erstwhile,
And the children of other people
   Are walking up the aisle;
They brush my elbow in passing,
   Some turn to give me a smile.

Is the almond-blossom bitter?
   Is the grasshopper heavy to bear?
Christ make me happier, fitter
   To go to my own over there:
Jerusalem the Golden,
   What bliss beyond compare!

My Lord, where I have offended
   Do Thou forgive it me.
That so when, all being ended,
   I hear Thy last decree,
I may go up to Jerusalem
   Out of Galilee.


God of love, Father of all,
the darkness that covered the earth
has given way to the bright dawn of your Word made flesh.
Make us a people of this light.
Make us faithful to your Word
that we may bring your life to the waiting world.
Grant this through Christ our Lord. Amen.
—International Committee on English in the Liturgy

May the Lord, who has called out of darkness into his marvellous light, bless us and fill us with peace. Amen.