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Timothy C. Takach
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O Holy Child of Bethlehem
An original setting of “O Little Town of Bethlehem,” embracing the mystery and wonder of Christmas night.
SATB, a cappella
In this new setting of Phillip Brooks’ “O Little Town of Bethlehem,” Takach used musical material from his own piece “The Darkling Thrush.” The lilts and pauses of the poetry match these melodies perfectly and provide a dual backdrop to the images in Brook’s poem – both mysterious and wonderful.
Composer’s Notes
So I’m now one of “those guys.” As a singer, I would complain when I saw a composer reusing past material that they wrote. As a composer, I would complain about composers repurposing old pieces for new projects. And now I’ve joined the club.
Way back when, I wrote a piece for Anton Armstrong and the St. Olaf Choir called “The Darkling Thrush,” on a poem by Thomas Hardy. It was one of my first pieces for mixed choir, and I was pretty happy (still am) with the melodies I wrote for that piece. One day near Christmas, a decade later, I found myself humming the melody in the car, but for some reason I substituted the words for “O Little Town of Bethlehem.” And it worked! The text stress, the cadence, all of it! I decided on the spot that I wanted to reuse “The Darkling Thrush” for a setting of the Christmas text. I treated “Thrush” as raw material, and molded it to my new purpose.
I pitched the idea around a bit to people in the business, but ended up finishing it in my free time. Although the premiere of the piece was in 2016 at The Schubert Club in St. Paul, MN, the real premiere (in my mind) was with 3 of my friends, sitting around my kitchen table, singing it through. And so again, as I find so often, musical moments that stick with you do not take place on stage. This was one of those moments, and I’ll always remember it.
– Timothy C. Takach, 2017
Text
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.
How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear His coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him still,
The dear Christ enters in.
O holy Child of Bethlehem!
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin, and enter in,
Be born in us to-day.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
Oh, come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Emmanuel!
– Phillips Brooks
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