Masters In This Hall

About This Piece

Music: Traditional French Carol

Text: Traditional French Carol

Arranged by: Brandon Stewart

• SATB & Piano
• Handbells
• Orchestration: 0.0.0.0 – 4.0.0.0 – timp – perc(3) – hp – str

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Text:

Masters in this hall,

Hear ye news today

Brought from over sea,

And ever I you pray;

Going o’er the hills,

Through the milk-white snow,

Heard I ewes bleat

While the wind did blow.

Nowell! Nowell! Nowell!

Nowell, sing we clear!

Holpen are all folk on earth,

Born is God’s son so dear:

Nowell! Nowell! Nowell!

Nowell, sing we loud!

God to-day hath poor folk raised

And cast a-down the proud.

Then to Bethlem town

We went two and two,

And in a sorry place

Heard the oxen low.

Therein did we see

A sweet and goodly may

And a fair old man,

Upon the straw she lay.

And a little Child

On her arm had she.

Wondrous joy had I

This little Babe to see.

This is Christ the Lord.

Masters, be ye glad!

Christmas is come in,

And no one should be sad.