SAB with organ. A wonderful and easy setting of the medieval carol Orientis partibus, retaining a lovely medieval flair. Text by Carol McClure.
Desert, blossom as a Rose
Rising, radiant as it grows,
All arrayed is crimson show;
Come to us, O God of Hope.
Thirsty land, become a stream,
Flowing fountain, calm, serene.
Clear cascade from heaven above;
Come to us, O God of Love.
Weakened hands, be now made strong;
Silent tongues, break forth in song;
Blinded eyes, your sight employ;
Come to us, O God of Joy.
Soon a pathway shall be found,
For the faithful, Holy Ground;
Safe from angry, warring beast,
Come to us, O God of Peace.
Sing God's praise, Jerusalem;
Hope, joy, love, and peace shall come;
Sorrow, sighing now dispel;
Come to us, Emmanuel.
King of Glory, Soul of Bliss,
Everlasting life is this:
Thee to know, thy power to prove,
Thus to sing, and thus to love!