O COME ALL YE FAITHFUL
1. O come, all ye faithful,
joyful and triumphant,
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.
2. God of God,
Light of Light,
Lo! He abhors not the Virgin’s womb;
Very God, Be-
gotten, not created;
3. Sing, choirs of angels,
sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above;
“Glory to God
Glory in the highest”
4. See how the shepherds,
summoned to his cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze;
We, too, there hasten
with our joyful footsteps
5. Child, for us sinners,
poor and in the manger,
We would embrace Thee, with love and awe;
Who would not love Thee,
loving us so dearly?
6. Yea, Lord, we greet thee,
born this happy morning;
Jesus to Thee be glory giv’n;
Word of the Father,
now in flesh appearing.
ANGELS WE HAVE HEARD ON HIGH
1. Angels we have heard on high
sweetly singing o'er our plains;
and the mountains in reply echo still their
joyous strains.
Gloria in excelsis deo (x2)
2. Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
Say what may the tidings be,
which inspire your heav’nly song?
3. Come to Bethlehem and see
Christ whose birth the angels sing;
come, adore on bended knee
Christ the Lord, the new-born King.
4. See within a manger laid
Jesus, Lord of heaven and earth!
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
sing with us our Saviour’s birth.
JOY TO THE WORLD
1. Joy to the world, the Lord has come
Let earth receive her king.
Let every heart prepare Him room.
And heaven and nature sing (x2)
And heaven and heaven and nature sing.
2. Joy to the earth the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ.
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy (x2)
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.
3. He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love, (x2)
And wonders, wonders of His love.
HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING
1. 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 the angelic hosts proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem!”
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!
2. 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 the incarnate Deity,
pleased as man with man to dwell,
 Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!
3. Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun 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 us from the earth,
born to give us second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!
O HOLY NIGHT
1. O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of our 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 world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born;
O night divine, O night, O night Divine.
2. 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 the Orient land.
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friend.
He knows our need, to our weaknesses no stranger,
Behold your King! Before Him lowly bend!
Behold your King, Before Him lowly bend!
3. 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.
Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,
His power and glory evermore proclaim.
His power and glory evermore proclaim.
WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED
1. While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The Angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around:
2. “Fear not,” said he, for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind;
“Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.
3. “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:
4. “The heavenly babe you there shall find
To human view displayed,
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid.”
5. Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels, praising God, and thus
Addressed their joyful song:
6. “All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace:
Good-will henceforth from heaven to all
begin, and never cease.”
SILENT NIGHT
1. Silent night! Holy night!
All is calm, all is bright.
‘Round your virgin mother and child!
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace (x2)
2. Silent night! Holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight!
Glories steam from heaven afar,
Heav’nly hosts sing, “Alleluia!”
Christ, the Saviour, is born! (x2)
3. 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, (x2)
ONCE IN ROYAL DAVID’S CITY
1. Once in royal David’s city
stood a lowly cattle shed,
where a Mother laid her baby
in a manger for his bed:
Mary was that Mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little child.
2. He came down to earth from heaven, With Mary we behold it,
who is God and Lord of all, The virgin mother kind.
and his shelter was a stable To show God’s love aright,
and his cradle was a stall; She bore to men a Saviour,
with the poor, and mean, and lowly, when half spent was the night.
lived on earth our Saviour holy.
3. This Flow’r, whose fragrance tender
3. And through all his wondrous childhood With sweetness fills the air,
he would honour and obey, Dispels with glorious splendour
love, and watch the lowly maiden The darkness everywhere.
in whose gentle arms he lay; True man, yet very God,
Christian children, all must be From sin and death He saves us,
mild, obedient, good as he. and lightens every load.

O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM 4. O Saviour, Child of Mary,

Who felt our human woe;
1. O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie! O Saviour, King of Glory,
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep Who dost our weakness know,
the silent stars go by. Bring us at length we pray,
Yet in thy dark streets shineth To the bright courts of heaven
the everlasting light; And to the endless day.
the hopes and fears of all the years
are met in thee tonight. WHAT CHILD IS THIS?

2. O morning stars, together proclaim the holy birth, 1. What Child is this who, laid to rest
and praises sing to God the King, On Mary's lap is sleeping?
and peace to men on earth; Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
for Christ is born of Mary; While shepherds watch are keeping?
and, gathered all above, This, this is Christ the King,
while mortals sleep, the angels keep Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
their watch of wondering love. Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
3. How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given
So God imparts to human hearts 2. Why lies He in such mean estate,
the blessings of his heaven. Where ox and ass are feeding?
No ear may hear his coming; Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
but in this world of sin, The silent Word is pleading.
where meek souls will receive him still, Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
the dear Christ enters in. The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
LO, HOW A ROSE E’ER BLOOMING The Babe, the Son of Mary.

1. Lo, how a rose e’er blooming 3. So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
From tender stem hath sprung! Come peasant, king to own Him;
Of Jesse’s lineage coming, The King of kings salvation brings,
As men of old have sung. Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
It came, a flow’ret bright, Raise, raise a song on high,
Amid the cold of winter, The Virgin sings her lullaby.
when half spent was the night. Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
2. Isaiah ’twas foretold it,
The Rose I have in mind;