O Come, all ye Faithful

O come all you 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, (x3), Christ the Lord

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation,
Sing all ye citizens of heaven above,
Glory to God in the highest heaven.
O come let us adore him, (x3), Christ the Lord

Adéste Fidéles, laéti, triumphántes,
Veníte veníte in Béthlehem.
Natum vidéte, regem angelórum.
Veníte adorémus (x3), Dóminum

 

 

Joy to the World

Joy to the world! The Lord is come.
Let earth receive her King.
Let every heart prepare him room;
And heaven and nature sing,
And heaven and nature sing,
And heaven and heaven and nature sing.

Joy to the world, the Saviour reigns.
Let us, our songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.

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

 

 

Away in a Manger

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep in 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 till 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 thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven to live with thee there.

 

 

Angels We Have Heard on High

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

Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
Say, what may your tidings be,
Which inspire their heavenly song.
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

See him in a manger laid,
Whom the choirs of angels praise.
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise.
Gloria in Excelsis Deo

 

 

Silent Night

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight.
Glories stream from heaven afar,
Heavenly hosts sing alleluia.
Christ the Saviour is born,
Christ the Saviour is born.

Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love’s pure light.
Radiant  beams from thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace.
Jesus, Lord at thy birth,
Jesus, Lord at thy birth.



Come and be Born in our Hearts

Come Lord Jesus (x3)

Come and be born in our hearts.


Come Emmanuel (x3)

Come and be born in our hearts.


Maranatha (x3)

Come and be born in our hearts.


Come O Prince of Peace (x3)

Come and be born in our hearts.


Our hearts are open (x3)

Come and be born in our hearts.

 

 

Hark the Herald Angels Sing

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 the angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Hark the herald angels sing,
glory to the newborn 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 th’ incarnate Deity!
Pleased as man with man to dwell,
Jesus our Emmanuel.
Hark the herald angels sing,
glory to the newborn King

 

 

When a Child is Born

A ray of hope flickers in the sky,
A tiny star lights up way up high,
All across the land dawns a brand new morn
This comes to pass when a child is born.

A silent wish sail the seven seas,
The winds of change whisper in the trees
And the walls of doubt crumble tossed and torn
This comes to pass when a child is born.

A rosy hue settles all around,
You got to feel you’re on solid ground.
For a spell or two, no one feels forlorn
This comes to pass when a child is born.

Spoken Verse:
And all of this happens,
Because the world is waiting
Waiting for one child:

Black…white…yellow, no one knows…
But a child that will grow up
And turn tears to laughter
Hate to love; war to peace
And everyone to everyone’s neighbour…
And misery and suffering
Will be words forgotten forever
.

It’s all a dream, an illusion now;
It must come true sometime soon somehow.
All across the land dawns a brand new morn,
This comes to pass when a child is born.

 

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