 Silent night, holy night!
1 Silent night, holy night! All is calm, all is bright 'Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy Infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace. 2 Silent night, holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight; Glories stream from heaven afar; Heav'nly hosts sing "alleluia! Christ, the Savior, is born! Christ, the Savior, is born!" 3 Silent night, holy night! Son of God, love's pure light Radiant beams from thy holy face, With the dawn of redeeming grace, Jesus, Lord, at thy birth, Jesus, Lord, at thy birth. Text: Joseph Mohr, 1816 Melody: Franz Xaver Gruber, 1818 Taken on November 29, 2020 with an iPhone SE 2020 in the Village of Harrison, WI USA. This was previously published on December 24, 2020 and December 24, 2021.
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“1. My country, ’tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims’ pride, From ev’ry mountainside Let freedom ring! 2. My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills. My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. 3. Let music swell the breeze And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom’s song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. . 4. Our fathers’ God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom’s holy light. Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King!” Text: Samuel F. Smith, 1808–1895 Music: From Thesaurus Musicus, London, 1744 This photo was taken on July 6, 2020 with an iPhone SE at Lakeside Park in Fond du Lac, WI USA. After an almost yearlong break, there will be posts again to Be Active. Be Positive. In the upper midwestern region of the United States, March can be a season of change. There can be snow or ice storms followed by warmer days where the snow quickly melts, or a mild spring-like day can precede a late winter snowstorm. I love watching the first snowfall each year, but by March 1, I’m ready for the January snow and ice to start melting.  From All that Dwell Below the Skies
From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through ev'ry land by ev'ry tongue. Author: Isaac Watts This photo of a Lake Winnebago ice shove at sunset was taken on January 7, 2020 with an iPhone 6s in Calumet County Park near Stockbridge, Wisconsin USA.  Angels we have heard on high
1 Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains, And the mountains in reply Echo back their joyous strains. Gloria in excelsis Deo! Gloria in excelsis Deo! 2 Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heav'nly song. Gloria in excelsis Deo! Gloria in excelsis Deo! 3 Come to Bethlehem and see Him whose birth the angels sing; Come, adore on bended knee Christ the Lord, the newborn King. Gloria in excelsis Deo! Gloria in excelsis Deo! Taken on June 14, 2007 with a Canon PowerShot A630 on the Kenai Peninsula, Alaska USA. This was previously published on December 26, 2020.  Away in a manger, no crib for a bed.
1 Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, the little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head; the stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay; the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. 2 The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, but little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes. I love you, Lord Jesus: look down from the sky and stay by my side until morning is nigh. 3 Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask you to stay close by me forever and love me, I pray. Bless all the dear children in your tender care; prepare us for heaven to live with you there. James R. Murray Based on Luke 2:4-7. Taken on December 8, 2020 with an iPhone SE 2020 in Calumet County, WI. USA. This was previously published on December 25, 2020.  Silent night, holy night!
1 Silent night, holy night! All is calm, all is bright 'Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy Infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace. 2 Silent night, holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight; Glories stream from heaven afar; Heav'nly hosts sing "alleluia! Christ, the Savior, is born! Christ, the Savior, is born!" 3 Silent night, holy night! Son of God, love's pure light Radiant beams from thy holy face, With the dawn of redeeming grace, Jesus, Lord, at thy birth, Jesus, Lord, at thy birth. Text: Joseph Mohr, 1816 Melody: Franz Xaver Gruber, 1818 Taken on November 29, 2020 with an iPhone SE 2020 in the Village of Harrison, WI USA. This was previously published on December 24, 2020..  O come, O come, Immanuel,
and ransom captive Israel that mourns in lonely exile here until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel shall come to you, O Israel. Latin, 9th Century French Melody, 15th Century Taken on October 27, 2020 with an iPhone SE 2020 in Calumet County, WI USA. Previously published on this blog on December 19, 2020.  Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates;
behold, the King of glory waits; the King of kings is drawing near; the Savior of the world is here! Author: Georg Weissel Translator: Catherine Winkworth Based on Psalm 24 Taken on October 18, 2018 with an iPhone 6s of Holy Hill Basilica, Hubertus, Wisconsin USA. Previously published on this blog on December 12, 2020.  "Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old things have passed away. Behold, all things have become new." 2 Corinthians 5:17 WEB
This photo of the steeple of the Gol Stavkyrkje was taken with a Canon PowerShot A630 on August 30, 2009 in Oslo, Norway.  America
“1. My country, ’tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims’ pride, From ev’ry mountainside Let freedom ring! 2. My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills. My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. 3. Let music swell the breeze And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom’s song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. . 4. Our fathers’ God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom’s holy light. Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King!” Text: Samuel F. Smith, 1808–1895 Music: From Thesaurus Musicus, London, 1744 This photo was taken on July 6, 2020 with an iPhone SE at Lakeside Park in Fond du Lac, WI USA. |
