I'm Trent Brown.

Im the artistic director of Joyful and Triumphant, and I'm also professor of music and director of choirs at Florida Gulf Coast University.

This is my 15th year at FGCU, and it's, I think, our 12th year of joyful and triumphant.

Today we are rehearsing the set for chamber choir, which includes the Macmillan or Radiant Dawn.

We are almost to the end of our rehearsals.

We have, I think it's just three more rehearsals here on campus, and then we get one rehearsal.

Only one to put it all together.

It's a really, an entire department event.

It's more than just what I do.

And the choir is all of our faculty get involved.

We have an associate director of choirs, Doctor Bryan Ijames, who joins us, and he's doing just spectacular work.

My name is Mia Fields.

This is my first year of FGCU.

My favorite part about choir is the community that it builds.

Like, I feel like we're very much a family.

I'm Jose Oterro.

I'm one of the seniors here at FGCU studying a bachelor's in music education.

And I've been with Doctor Brown through Joyful and Triumphant all four years.

So this is like the staple.

There's joy in seeing those students who are upperclassmen show the underclassmen how the ropes work and what the show is all about.

I think it's definitely helped me become more outgoing and like, be able to put myself out there more.

With FGCU being only 25 ish years old.

We don't have some of the same traditions that other universities have.

But think about it for for about half of the life of FGCU, we've had joyful and triumphant people get worried about what's our future going to be like.

And all I say is just hang out with our students for a day and you'll feel as positive about, the future of our world as I do.

Joyful and Triumphant captures what the season is about, giving.

And we're we're grateful that we can provide this for the community and hope that it puts you in the mood for the season.

Where a mother laid her baby in a manger for his bed.

Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little child.

He came down to earth from heaven, who is God and Lord of all And his shelter was a stable, and his cradle was a stall.

With the poor and mean and lowly, lived on earth our Savior holy.

Not in that poor lowly stable, with the oxen standing by.

We shall see him; but in heaven, set at Gods right hand on high; Where like stars, his children crowned, all in white shall wait around.

O Come All Ye Faithful joyful and triumphant, O come ye to Bethlehem.

Come and behold him born the King of angels; O come let us adore him, Christ the Lord.

Sing, choirs of angels; sing in exultation.

Sing all ye citizens of heaven above.

Glory to God in the highest O come let us adore him, Christ the Lord.

Yea, Lord, we greet thee, born this happy morning.

Jesu, to thee be glory given; Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing: O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord!

Joy to the World!

the Lord is come: let Earth receive her King; let every heart prepare him room and heaven and nature sing.

He rules the world with truth and grace, and makes the nations prove the glories of his righteousness and wonders of his love.

Go tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere; Go tell it on the mountain, that Jesus Christ is born!

While shepherds kept their watching oer silent flocks by night, Behold, throughout the heavens there shone a holy light.

Go tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere; Go tell it on the mountain, that Jesus Christ is born!

What will we call this pretty little baby?

Baby born in Bethlehem.

What will we call this pretty little baby?

Christ the Lord, the newborn King.

Born this night.

The son of Mary, Hail the heavn-born Prince of peace.

Glory to the newborn King.

Glory, glory, glory to the newborn King!

Children, Go and tell it on the Over the hills and evrywhere.

Why dont you go tell it on the mountain, Lord that Jesus Christ is born.

See the newborn baby, Go and tell it on the mountain, Lord, Over the hills and evrywhere.

Why dont you go tell it on the mountain, Lord that Jesus Christ is born.

Glory, glory, glory.

That Jesus Christ is glory, glory, glory that Jesus Christ is born Go tell it on the mountain, Lord Over the hills and evrywhere.

Why dont you go tell it on the mountain, Lord that Jesus Christ is born.

Sing a newborn baby Go and tell it on the mountain, Lord, Over the hills and evrywhere.

Why dont you go tell it on the mountain, Lord that Jesus Christ is born.

glory, glory t Jesus Christ is glory, glory, glory that Jesus Christ is glory, glory, glory to the newborn King!

Glory, glory, glory to the newborn King!

Glory!

All praise to the newborn King, singing all praise to the newborn King.

We're singing, all praise to the newborn King were singin All praise to the newborn king, were singing.

All praise to the newborn king, were singing.

All praise to the newborn king, were singing.

All praise to the newborn king, were singing.

All praise to the newborn king, were singing.

Solo:Were singin Hail the new King were singin Hail the new King were singin Hail the new King were singin Hail the new King!

Were singin Glory, glory, glory.

to the newborn King!

Sweet little Jesus, Sweet little Jesus, Sweet little Jesus boy Solo: Sweet little Jesus boy, Born long time ago Sweet little Holy Child Didnt know who You was Choir: Sweet Little Jesus Boy, they made You be born in a mange Sweet little Holy Child, didnt know who You was.

Solo: Didnt know You come to save us, Lord, to take our sins away, Choir: Oh, Lord, our eyes was blind, we couldnt see, Solo: Oh, Lord, we didnt know ‘twas You.

You done tol us how.

We is a-tryin', Master, You done showed us how when Yous dyin.

Choir: Just seems like we cant do right Look how we treated You!

But, please, Sir; Solo: Oh, please sir, Choir: Oh please Sir, forgive us, Lord.

We didnt know ‘twas you.

Solo: Sweet little Jesus Boy, born long time ago, Sweet little Holy Child Choir: And we didnt know who You was.

Solo: Sweet Little Jesus Boy.

The First Noel the angel did say was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay.

In fields where they lay keeping their sheep on a cold winters night that was so deep.

Noel, noel, noel, noel.

Born is the King of Israel.

Then let us all, with one accord sing praises to our heavenly Lor that hath made heaven and earth of naught and with his blood, mankind hath bought.

Noel, noel, noel, noel.

Born is the King of Israel.

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter long ago.

Heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain, when he comes to reign, when he comes to reign.

What can I give, Poor as I am?

If I were a shepherd I would bring him a lamb; If I were a wise man, I would do my part, what I can give him, give my heart.

Heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign.

when he comes to reign.

What can I give, Poor as I am?

If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb, If I were a wise man, I would do my part, what I can give, what I can give give my give my heart.

O Radiant Dawn, O Radiant Dawn, O Radiant Dawn, O Radiant Dawn, Splendor of eternal Light, Sun of Justice Sun of Justice Sun of Justice Come, come.

Come, come, come, come.

shine on those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death Isaiah had prophesied, ‘The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light Upon those who dwelt in the land of gloom a light has shone.

O Radiant Dawn O Radiant Dawn O Radiant Dawn Splendor of eternal Light, Sun of Justice Come, come, come, come, come, come.

shine on those who dwell in dark and the shadow of death Amen.

A spotless rose is blowing, sprung from a tender root, Of ancient seers foreshowing, of Jesse promised fruit; Its fairest bud unfolds to light Amid the cold, cold winter, and in the dark midnight.

The Rose which I am singing, where of Isaiah said, Is from its sweet root springing in Mary, purest Maid; For through our Gods great love and might The Blessed Babe she bare us in a cold, cold winters night.

The Rose which I am singing, where of Isaiah said, Is from its sweet root springing in Mary, purest Maid; For through our Gods great love and might The Blessed Babe she bare us in a cold, cold winters night.

Hark!

The herald angels sing glory to the newborn King.

Peace on Earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled.

Joyful all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies.

With angelic host proclaim, Chri Hark!

The herald angels sing glory to the newborn King.