Who is John Francis Wade

John Francis Wade (1 January 1711 – 16 August 1786) was an English hymnist who is sometimes credited with writing and composing the hymn "Adeste Fideles" (which was translated to "O Come All Ye Faithful" in 1841 by Frederick Oakeley), even though the actual authorship of the hymn remains uncertain. The earliest copies of the hymn all bear his signature.Wade fled to France after the Jacobite rising of 1745 was crushed. As a Catholic layman, he lived with exiled English Catholics in France, where he taught music and worked on church music for private use.

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Bennett Zon, Head of the Department of Music at Durham University, has noted that Wade's Roman Catholic liturgical books were often decorated with Jacobite floral imagery. He argued that the tex...
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Gregdaly: there is good stuff in this piece on benedict by john waters -
Gotukulele: come all ye faithful (instrumental ʻukulele). music by john francis wade. latin words translated by frederick oakeley.
Kdfcplaylist: o come all ye faithful by john francis wade / chanticleer / warner 284988
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