O come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him,
Born the King of Angels!
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
God of God, Light of light
Lo! He abhors not the Virgin’s womb
Very God, begotten, not created
O come, let us adore Him…..
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………
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 today.
We hear the Christmas angels,
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Emmanuel!
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 Thee, Lord Jesus!
Look down from the sky,
And stay by my side
until morning is nigh.
Be near me Lord Jesus;
I ask Thee to stay
Close by me for ever,
and love me, I pray
Bless all the dear children
in Thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven
to live with Thee there.
O holy night!
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear’d and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!
Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
Oh night divine
Oh night when Christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night divine
Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here come the wise men from Orient land
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger
In all our trials born to be our friend
Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
And in His name all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name
While Shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The Angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
‘Fear not,’ said he (For mighty dread
Had seized their troubled minds),
Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind,
‘To you in David’s town this day
Is born of David’s line
A Saviour who is Christ the Lord –
And this shall be the sign:
‘The heavenly Babe you there shall find
To human view displayed,
All meanly wrapped in swaddling bands,
And in a manger laid.’
Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels praising God, who thus
Addressed their joyful song:
‘All glory be to God on high
And to the earth be peace;
Goodwill henceforth from heaven to men
Begin and never cease.’
In the Bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away When he comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air;
But his mother only
In her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
What can I give him, 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;
Yet what I can I give him:-
Give my heart.
Hark the herald angels sing
“Glory to the new-born King”
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th’ angelic host proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem”
Hark! the herald angels sing
“Glory to the new-born king”
Christ, by highest heaven adored
Christ, the everlasting Lord
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin’s womb!
Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see!
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased, as man with man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark the herald-angels sing…
Hail, the Heaven-born Prince of Peace
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Risen with healing in His wings,
Mild, He lays His glory by,
Born that we no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth
Hark the herald-angels sing…