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Song Lyrics

 

Worship in Song

December 6, 2020

 

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

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 th’ 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 the Virgin’s womb:

Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;

Hail th’incarnate Deity,

Pleased as man with men to dwell,

Jesus, our Emmanuel.

 

Hail the heav’n-born Prince of Peace!

Hail the Sun of Righteousness!

Light and life to all he brings,

Ris’n with healing in His wings.

Mild He lays His glory by,

Born that man no more may die,

Born to raise the sons of earth,

Born to give them second birth.

 

Angels We Have Heard on High

Angels we have heard on high,

Sweetly singing o’er the plains,

And the mountains in reply

Echo back their joyous strains.

 

Gloria in excelsis Deo,

Gloria in excelsis Deo.

 

Shepherds why this jubilee?

Why your joyous strains prolong?

What the gladsome tidings be

Which inspire your heav’nly song?

 

Gloria in excelsis Deo,

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.

 

O Little Town of Bethlehem

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.

 

For Christ is born of Mary

And gathered all above

While mortals sleep, the angels keep

Their watch of wond’ring love,

O morning stars, together

Proclaim the holy birth

And praises sing to God the King

And peace to men on earth

 

How silently, how silently

The wondrous gift is giv’n

So God imparts to human hearts

The blessings of His heav’n

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

 

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

It came upon a midnight clear

That glorious song of old,

From angels bending near the earth

To touch their harps of gold

Peace on the earth good will to men

From heav’n’s all gracious King

The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear the angels sing

 

For lo, the days are hast’ning on

By prophets seen of old

When with the evercircling years

Shall come the time foretold

When the new heav’n and earth shall own

The Prince of Peace their King

And the whole world send back the song

Which now the angels sing.

 

From the Squalor of a Borrowed Stable (Immanuel)

From the squalor of a borrowed stable,
By the spirit and a virgin’s faith;
To the anguish and the shame of scandal
Came the Saviour of the human race!
But the skies were filled, with the praise of heav’n,
Shepherds listen as the angels tell
Of the Gift of God, come down to man
At the dawning of Immanuel

King of heaven now the Friend of sinners,
Humble servant in the Father’s hands,
Filled with power and the Holy Spirit,
Filled with mercy for the broken man
Yes he walked my road, and He felt my pain,
Joys and sorrows that I know so well;
Yet His righteous steps, give me hope again –
I will follow my Immanuel!

 

Through the kisses of a friend’s betrayal,
He was lifted on a cruel cross;
He was punished for a world’s transgressions,
He was suffering to save the lost
He fights for breath, He fights for me
Loosing sinners from the claims of hell;
And with a shout, our souls are free –
Death defeated by Immanuel!

Now He’s standing in the place of honour,
Crowned with glory on the highest throne,
Interceding for His own beloved
Till His Father calls us to bring them home!
Then the skies will part, as the trumpet sounds
Hope of heaven or the fear of hell;
But the Bride will run, to her Lover’s arms,
Giving glory to Immanuel!