emmanuel lux

  • Hands that placed the stars
    Reaching for the Virgin’s warm embrace.
    Word that once was spoke gathering waters,
    Cries into the night.

    Who is man that you mind?
    The Son of Man that you care?
    You placed him here beneath angels,
    A Son, Emmanuel.

    “You are my Son
    Today I have become your Father”
    Son now hear my voice,
    “Go unto my chosen people.”

    No burden they’ll ever bear,
    Will you, my Son not share.
    Like them in everyway
    From their sins you will save.

    Fit for a King, a crown, thorned with human sin and pride,
    ribboned with man’s disdain and lies.
    Pressed on all sides from the tempter’s whispered sins,
    “Who is man that you should mind?”

    “This is now my choice
    To walk among my fellow brothers.
    Wounds I won’t erase to bear the
    sin that’s pulled them from your heart. “

    “No skin of mine will be saved
    But for you will be slaved.”
    Beneath the light of angelic skies
    A Son, Emmanuel.

    Text: Koiné Tune: Koiné Copyright 2012 Judas on Straight Street Records

  • Angels we have heard on high,
    Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
    And the mountains in reply,
    Echoing their joyous strains.

    Gloria in excelsis Deo;
    Gloria in excelsis Deo.

    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.

    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.

    Text: Nouveau recueil de cantiques, 1855; tr. The Crown of Jesus, Part 2, London, 1862, alt. Tune: Nouveau recueil de cantiques, 1855

  • 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.

    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.

    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,
    And take us to heaven to live with you there.

    Text: Little Children’s Book, Philadelphia, 1885, st. 1-2; Vineyard Songs, Louisville, 1892, st. 3 Tune: William J. Kirkpatrick, 1838-1921

  • Come, your hearts and voices raising,
    Christ the Lord with gladness praising;
    Loudly sing his love amazing,
    Worthy folk of Christendom.

    See how God, for us providing,
    Gave his Son and life abiding;
    He our weary steps is guiding
    From earth's woe to heav'nly joy.

    Christ, from heav'n to us descending
    And in love our race befriending,
    In our need his help extending,
    Saved us from the wily foe.

    Jacob's Star in all its splendor
    Beams with comfort sweet and tender,
    Forcing Satan to surrender,
    Breaking all the pow'rs of hell.

    Gracious Child, we pray you, hear us;
    From your lowly manger cheer us.
    Gently lead us and be near us
    Till we join th' angelic choir.

    Text: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76, abr.; tr. The Lutheran Hymnal, St. Louis, 1941 Tune: Ein Schlesich singebüchlein, Breslau, 1555

  • Emmanuel Lux Illuminated

    Emmanuel Lux Illuminated combines music, narration, and environmental projection, to present the Christmas story in a new and exciting way. Picture yourself sitting in a giant cathedral surrounded by stained glass windows depicting the story of Christmas, when suddenly, the images come to life. We invide you to see, hear, and surround yourself with the greatest story ever told.

  • Gentle Mary laid her child Lowly in a manger;
    There he lay, the undefiled, To the world a stranger.
    Such a babe in such a place -- Can he be the Savior?
    Ask the saved of all the race Who have found his favor.

    Angels sang about his birth; Wise men sought and found him.
    Heaven's star shone brightly forth, Glory all around them.
    Shepherds saw the wondrous sight, Heard the angels singing.
    All the plains were lit that night; All the hills were ringing.

    Gentle Mary laid her child Lowly in a manger;
    He is still the undefiled, But no more a stranger.
    Son of God, of humble birth, Beautiful the story;
    Praise his name in all the earth, Hail the King of glory!

    Text: Joseph S. Cook, 1859-1933 Tune: Piae Cantiones Ecclesiasticae, Griefswald, 1582

  • Illuminated

    past tense: illuminated; past participle: illuminated
    1. to supply or brighten with light; light up.
    2. to make lucid or clear; throw light on (a subject).
    3. to decorate with lights, as in celebration.
    4. to enlighten, as with knowledge.
    5. to make resplendent or illustrious: A smile illuminated her face.
    6. to decorate (a manuscript, book, etc.) with colors and gold or silver, as was often done in the Middle Ages.

    Koiné is excted to present our Illuminated Concert and Worship series. Much like our other special service presentations, Koiné weaves together scriptural narration, music, and multimedia to share the Biblical truths of our Christian faith. The Illuminated presentations add the element of environmental video projection to paint the walls of the room with light. Much like a theatrical production sets scenes and changes locations through painted backdrops and moving set pieces, the Illuminated series uses motion video to the same effect.

  • Lo, he comes with clouds descending,
    Once for ev'ry sinner slain.
    Thousand, thousand saints attending
    Swell the triumph of his train.
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Christ reveals his endless reign.

    Ev'ry eye shall now behold him
    Robed in glorious majesty;
    Those who ridiculed and sold him,
    Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
    Deeply wailing, Deeply wailing,
    Shall the true Messiah see.

    Those dear tokens of his passion
    Still his dazzling body bears,
    Cause of endless exultation
    To his ransomed worshipers.
    With what wonder, With what wonder,
    Gaze we on those glorious scars.

    Yea, Amen, let all adore you
    High on your eternal throne.
    Ev'ry knee shall bow before you;
    Come and take your people home!
    Alleluia, Alleluia!
    You shall reign and you alone!

    Text and Tune: public domain. *Setting: c 1982 Concordia Publishing House. Used by permission of CPH.

  • Now sing we, now rejoice, Now raise to heav'n our voice;
    He from whom joy streameth Poor in a manger lies;
    Not so brightly beameth The sun in yonder skies.
    Thou my Savior art! Thou my Savior art!

    Come from on high to me; I cannot rise to thee.
    Cheer my wearied spirit, O pure and holy Child;
    Through thy grace and merit, Blest Jesus, Lord most mild,
    Draw me unto thee! Draw me unto thee!

    Now through his Son doth shine The Father's grace divine.
    Death o'er us had reigned Through sin and vanity;
    He for us obtained Eternal joy on high.
    May we praise him there! May we praise him there!

    Oh, where shall joy be found? Where but on heav'nly ground?
    Where the angels singing With all his saints unite,
    Sweetest praises bringing In heav'nly joy and light.
    Oh, that we were there! Oh, that we were there!

    Text: Latin hymn, 14th century; tr. Arthur T. Russell, 1806-74, alt. Tune: German melody, 14th century, alt.

  • Oh, come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, Oh, come ye, oh, come ye to Bethlehem;
    Come and behold him, Born the King of angels. Oh, come, let us adore him,
    Oh, come, let us adore him,
    Oh, come, let us adore him,
    Christ the Lord.

    God from true God, and Light from Light eternal,
    Born of a virgin, to earth he comes,
    Only begotten Son of God the Father.
    Oh, come, let us adore him,
    Oh, come, let us adore him,
    Oh, come, let us adore him,
    Christ the Lord.

    Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation;
    Sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above.
    Glory to God, All glory in the highest.
    Oh, come, let us adore him,
    Oh, come, let us adore him,
    Oh, come, let us adore him,
    Christ the Lord.

    Yea, Lord, we greet thee, Born this happy morning;
    Jesus, to thee be all glory giv'n,
    Word of the Father, Now in flesh appearing.
    Oh, come, let us adore him,
    Oh, come, let us adore him,
    Oh, come, let us adore him,
    Christ the Lord.

    Text: John F. Wade, c. 1711-86; tr. Frederick Oakeley, 1802-80, alt. Tune: John F. Wade, c. 1711-86, alt.

  • Oh, come, oh, come, Emmanuel,
    And ransom captive Israel
    That mourns in lonely exile here
    Until the Son of God appear.
    Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
    Shall come to you, O Israel!

    Oh, come, O Root of Jesse, free
    Your own from Satan's tyranny;
    From depths of hell your people save,
    And bring them vict'ry o'er the grave.
    Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
    Shall come to you, O Israel!

    Oh, come, O Dayspring from on high,
    And cheer us by your drawing nigh;
    Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
    And death's dark shadows put to flight.
    Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
    Shall come to you, O Israel!

    Oh, come, O Key of David, come,
    And open wide our heav'nly home.
    Make safe the way that leads on high,
    And close the path to misery.
    Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
    Shall come to you, O Israel!

    Text: Latin hymn, c. 12th century, abr.; tr. John M. Neale, 1818-66,
    alt. Tune: Plainsong melody, 15th century, alt.

  • Savior of the Nations Come
    from Emmanuel Lux

    Originally written by Ambrose of Milan and translated into German by Martin Luther, Savior of the Nations Come has become one of Koiné's favorite advent hymns to play. If you've ever seen Emmanuel Lux Illuminated, you may remember this as the presentation's finale. You can watch a clip of it here.

    Watch in Emmanuel Lux Illuminated

  • Savior of the nations, come;
    Virgin's Son, make here your home.
    Marvel now, O heav'n and earth,
    That the Lord chose such a birth.

    Not by human flesh and blood,
    By the Spirit of our God
    Was the Word of God made flesh,
    Woman's offspring, pure and fresh.

    Wondrous birth! O wondrous Child
    Of the virgin undefiled,
    Though by all the world disowned,
    Yet to be in heav'n enthroned!

    From the Father's throne he came
    And ascended to the same,
    Captive leading death and hell --
    High the song of triumph swell!

    Praise to God the Father sing,
    Praise to God the Son, our King,
    Praise to God the Spirit be
    Ever and eternally.

    Text and Tune: public domain. *Setting: c 1993 Kermit G. Moldenhauer. Used by permission.


    Text: Charles Wesley, 1707-88, alt. Tune: French folk tune, 17th century

  • The angel Gabriel from heaven came,
    His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame;
    "All hail," said he to meek and lowly Mary,
    "Most highly favored maiden." Gloria!

    "I come from heav'n to tell the Lord's decree:
    A blessed virgin mother you shall be.
    Your Son shall be Immanuel, by seers foretold,
    Most highly favored maiden." Gloria!

    Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head;
    "To me be as it pleases God," she said.
    "My soul shall praise and magnify his holy name."
    Most highly favored maiden, Gloria!

    Of her Immanuel, the Christ, was born
    In Bethlehem, all on a Christmas morn,
    And Christian folk throughout the world will ever say,
    "Most highly favored maiden." Gloria!

    Text: Basque carol, paraphrase Sabine Baring-Gould, 1834-1924, alt. Tune: Basque carol

  • My soul proclaims,

    My soul proclaims,

    My soul proclaims.


    My soul now glorifies, my spirit sings in God my Savior.
    For he is mindful of the humble state of his servant.
    From now on all generations will call me blessed.


    My soul proclaims, my soul proclaims, the greatness of the Lord.
    For the Mighty One has done great things and holy is his name.
    His mercy touches all who live in reverence and fear from generation to generation.


    He has done mighty deeds; he has scattered those who are proud within their thoughts.
    He has brought down rulers from their thrones and lifted up the meek.
    He has filled the hungry with good things and the rich are empty.


    My soul proclaims, my soul proclaims, the greatness of the Lord.
    For he has come to Israel to remember mercy
    My soul proclaims, my soul proclaims, the greatness of the Lord.
    The promise made to Abraham and to his sons forever.

  • The Magnificat
    from Emmanuel Lux

    This Christmas, Koiné decided to thank our fans for their years of support by creating a Christmas song playlist full of lyric videos from your favorite Christmas music. Day 1 of 10 is The Magnificat, the song of Mary.

  • To shepherds as they watched by night
    Appeared a host of angels bright;
    "Behold the tender babe," they said,
    "In yonder lowly manger laid,


    "At Bethlehem, in David's town,
    As Micah did of old make known.
    It is the Christ, your Lord and King,
    Who will to all salvation bring."


    Oh, then rejoice that through his Son
    God is with sinners now at one;
    Made like yourselves of flesh and blood,
    Your brother is the eternal God.


    What harm can sin and death then do?
    The true God now abides with you.
    Let hell and Satan storm and rave,
    Christ is your brother -- you are safe.


    Not one he will or can forsake;
    His cov'nant he will never break.
    Let ev'ry scheme the tempter try,
    You may his utmost pow'rs defy.


    You shall and must at last prevail.
    God's own you are; you cannot fail.
    To God forever sing your praise
    With joy and patience all your days.


    Text: Martin Luther, 1483-1546; tr. Richard Massie, 1800-87, alt. Tune: Latin melody, 15th century, adapt.

  • To Shepherds as They Watched by Night
    Artwork by Jason Jaspersen

    This week's #newmusicfriday video is from Emmanuel Lux Illuminated, To Shepherds as They Watched by Night. Artwork by Jason Jaspersen.

  • What child is this who, laid to rest,
    On Mary's lap is sleeping?
    Whom angels greet With anthems sweet
    While shepherds watch are keeping?

    This, this is Christ the King,
    Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
    Haste, haste to bring him laud, The babe, the Son of Mary!

    Why lies he in such mean estate
    Where oxen now are feeding?
    Good Christians, fear; For sinners here
    The silent Word is pleading.

    Nails, spear shall pierce him through;
    The cross he'll bear for me, for you.
    Hail, hail the Word made flesh, The babe, the Son of Mary!

    So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh;
    Come, peasant, king, to own him.
    The King of kings Salvation brings;
    Let loving hearts enthrone him.

    Raise, raise the song on high;
    The virgin sings her lullaby.
    Joy, joy, for Christ is born, The babe, the Son of Mary!

    Joy, joy, for Christ is born, The babe, the Son of Mary! Text: William C. Dix, 1837-98, alt. Tune: English ballad, 16th century

  • Where shepherds lately knelt and kept the angel's word,
    I come in half-belief, a pilgrim strangely stirred;
    But there is room and welcome there for me,
    But there is room and welcome there for me.

    In that unlikely place I find him as they said:
    Sweet newborn babe, how frail! and in a manger bed,
    A still, small voice to cry one day for me,
    A still, small voice to cry one day for me.

    How should I not have known Isaiah would be there,
    His prophecies fulfilled? With pounding heart I stare:
    A child, a son, the Prince of Peace for me,
    A child, a son, the Prince of Peace for me.

    Can I, will I forget how Love was born, and burned
    Its way into my heart unasked, unforced, unearned,
    To die, to live, and not alone for me,
    To die, to live, and not alone for me?

    Text: Jaroslav J. Vajda, b. 1919 © 1987 Concordia Publishing House. Used by permission of CPH. Tune: Carl F. Schalk, b. 1929 © 1987 by GIA Publications, Inc. Chicago, IL 60638 All rights reserved. Used by permission.