Carols

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!

Sing, choirs of angels,

Sing in exultation, 

Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above; 

Glory to God’ Glory In the highest:

O come, let us adore Him…

Yes, Lord, we greet Thee,

Born that happy morning;

Jesus, to Thee be all glory given;

Word of the Father

Now in flesh appearing:

O come, let us adore Him…

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 angelic hosts 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 Immanuel.

Hark! the herald angels sing:

‘Glory to the new-born King.’

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 man no more may die;

Born to raise the sons of earth

Born to give them second birth.

Hark! the herald angels sing:

‘Glory to the new-born King.’

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 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.

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 earth! the Saviour reigns;

Let men their songs employ;

While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains

Repeat the sounding joy,

Repeat the sounding joy,

Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,

Nor thorns infest the ground.

He comes to make his blessings flow,

Far as the curse is found,

Far as the curse is found,

Far as, far as the curse is found.

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.