Angels from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; Ye who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth
Come and worship, Come and worship, Worship Christ, the newborn King!
Shepherds, in the fields abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing, Yonder shines the infant Light;
Sages, leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar; Seek the great desire of nations, Ye have seen His natal star;
Saints before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear, Suddenly the Lord, descending, In His temple shall appear
Sinners, wrung with true repentance, Doomed for guilt to endless pains, Justice now revokes the sentence, Mercy calls you; break your chains.
Though an Infant now we view Him, He shall fill His Father’s throne, Gather all the nations to Him; Every knee shall then bow down:
All creation, join in praising God, the Father, Spirit, Son, Evermore your voices raising To th’eternal Three in One.
Angels we have on heard high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing 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
Come to Bethlehem and see Him whose birth the angels sing Come adore on bended knee Christ the Lord the newborn King
See him in a manger laid Whom the choirs of angels praise Mary, Joseph, lend your aid While our hearts in love we raise
As with gladness, men of old Did the guiding star behold As with joy they hailed its light Leading onward, beaming bright So, most glorious Lord, may we Evermore be led to Thee.
As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger bed There to bend the knee before Him Whom Heaven and earth adore; So may we with willing feet Ever seek Thy mercy seat.
As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare; So may we with holy joy, Pure and free from sin’s alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King.
Holy Jesus, every day Keep us in the narrow way; And, when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds Thy glory hide.
In the heavenly country bright, Need they no created light; Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown, Thou its Sun which goes not down; There forever may we sing Alleluias to our King!
Away in a manger, no crib for His bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head; The stars in the heavens 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 cradle till 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.
Come, thou long-expected Jesus, born to set thy people free; from our fears and sins release us, let us find our rest in thee. Israel's strength and consolation, hope of all the earth thou art: dear desire of every nation, joy of every longing heart.
Born thy people to deliver, born a child, and yet a king, born to reign in us for ever, now thy gracious kingdom bring. By thine own eternal Spirit rule in all our hearts alone; by thine all-sufficient merit raise us to thy glorious throne.
The first Noel the angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay, In fields where they lay keeping their sheep On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel Noel Noel Noel! Born is the King of Israel!
They looked up and saw a star Shining in the East beyond them far, And to the earth it gave great light, And so it continued both day and night.
And by the light of that same star Three wise men came from country far, To seek for a King was their intent And to follow the star wherever it went.
This star drew nigh to the northwest Over Bethlehem it took its rest, And there it did both stop and stay Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Then did they know assuredly Within that house the King did lie: One entered in then for to see, And found the Babe in poverty:
Then entered in those wise men three Full reverently upon their knee, And offered there in His presence Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Then let us all with one accord Sing praises to our heavenly Lord, That hath made heaven and earth of naught And with His blood mankind hath bought.
God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay; Remember Christ, our Savior, Was born on Christmas day, To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy.
In Bethlehem, in Israel, This blessed Babe was born, And laid within a manger, Upon this blessed morn; That which His Mother Mary, Did nothing take in scorn.
From God our Heavenly Father, A blessed Angel came; And unto certain Shepherds Brought tidings of the same: How that in Bethlehem was born The Son of God by Name.
"Fear not," then said the Angel, "let nothing you affright, This day is born a Savior Of pure Virgin bright, To free all those who trust in Him From Satan's power and might."
The shepherds at these tidings Rejoiced much in mind, And left their flocks a-feeding, In tempest, storm, and wind: And went to Bethlehem straightway, The Son of God to find.
And when they came to Bethlehem Where our dear Savior lay, They found Him in a manger, Where oxen feed on hay; His Mother Mary kneeling down, Unto the Lord did pray.
Now to the Lord sing praises, All you within this place, And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace; This holy tide of Christmas All other doth deface.
Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even; Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel.
”Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain; Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.”
”Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither: Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither." Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together; Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather.
"Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger; Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer." "Mark my footsteps, my good page. Tread thou in them boldly Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly.”
In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing, Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
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 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 the incarnate Deity Pleased as man with men to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hail! the heav’n-born Prince of Peace! Hail! the Son 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
Infant holy, infant lowly, for his bed a cattle stall; oxen lowing, little knowing, Christ the babe is Lord of all. Swift are winging angels singing, noels ringing, tidings bringing: Christ the babe is Lord of all.
Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping vigil till the morning new saw the glory, heard the story, tidings of a gospel true. Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow, praises voicing, greet the morrow: Christ the babe was born for you.
It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth With news of joy foretold, "Peace on the earth, good will to men From heaven's all gracious King." The world in solemn stillness lay, To hear the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats Over all the weary world. Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hov’ring wing, And ever ov’r its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.
O ye, beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow; Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; O rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing.
For lo! the days are hastening on, By prophets seen of old, When with the ever-circling years Shall come the time foretold, When the new heaven and earth shall own The Prince of Peace their King, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing.
Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long; Beneath the angel-strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong; And man at war with man hears not The love-song which they bring; O! hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing.
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 Savior 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.
Let all mortal flesh keep silence, and with fear and trembling stand; ponder nothing earthly-minded, for with blessing in his hand, Christ our God to earth descendeth, our full homage to demand.
King of kings, yet born of Mary, as of old on earth he stood, Lord of lords, in human vesture, in the body and the blood; he will give to all the faithful his own self for heavenly food.
Rank on rank the host of heaven spreads its vanguard on the way, as the Light of light descendeth from the realms of endless day, that the powers of hell may vanish as the darkness clears away.
At his feet the six-winged seraph, cherubim, with sleepless eye, veil their faces to the presence, as with ceaseless voice they cry: Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Lord Most High!
Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming From tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming As men of old have sung It came, a flow'ret bright, Amid the cold of winter When half spent was the light.
Isaiah 'twas foretold it The rose I have in mind, With Mary we behold it, The Virgin Mother kind. To show God's love aright, She bore to men a Savior, When half spent was the night.
O flow'r, whose fragrance tender With sweetness fills the air, Dispel in glorious splendor The darkness ev'ry where. True man, yet very God, From sin and death now save us, And share our ev'ry load.
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, all Glory in the highest;
Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, Born this happy morning, Jesus, to Thee be all glory given; Word of the Father, Now in flesh appearing;
O come, O come, Emmanuel And ransom captive Israel That mourns in lonely exile here Until the Son of God appear
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Wisdom from on high, And order all things far and nigh; To us the path of knowledge show, And cause us in her ways to go.
O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer Our spirits by Thine advent here Disperse the gloomy clouds of night And death's dark shadows put to flight.
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free Thine own from Satan's tyranny From depths of hell Thy people save And give them victory o'er the grave
O come, O come, Thou Lord of might, Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height, In ancient times did'st give the Law, In cloud and majesty and awe.
O come, Thou Key of David, come, And open wide our heavenly home; Make safe the way that leads to Thee, And close the path to misery.
O come, Thou Root of Jesse’s tree, An ensign of Thy people be; Before Thee rulers silent fall; All peoples on Thy mercy call.
O come Desire of nations, bind All peoples in one heart and mind Bid envy, strife, and quarrels cease Fill all the world with heaven’s peace.
O come, divine Messiah! The world in silence waits the day When hope shall sing its triumph And sadness flee away
Dear Savior, haste Come, come to earth Dispel the night and show your face And bid us hail the dawn of grace O come, divine Messiah The world in silence waits the day When hope shall sing its triumph And sadness flee away
O come, desire of nations Whom priest and prophet long foretold Come break the captive fetters Redeem the long lost fold
You come in peace and meekness And lowly will your cradle be All clothed in human weakness Shall we your Godhead see
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining; It is the night of our dear Savior's birth! Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till He appeared 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!
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 came the wise men from 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 weakness no stranger; Behold your King! Before the lowly bend! Behold your King! your King! before Him bend.
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, Oh praise His name forever, His pow'r and glory evermore proclaim His pow'r and glory evermore proclaim.
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 tonight.
For Christ is born of Mary, And, gathered all above While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wondering 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 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!
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.
He came down to earth from heaven, Who is God and Lord of all, And His shelter was a stable, and His cradle was a stall; With the poor and meek and lowly, lived on earth our Savior holy.
And through all His wondrous childhood, He would honor and obey, Love and watch the lowly mother, in whose gentle arms He lay. Christian children all should be, mild, obedient, good as He.
For He is our childhood's pattern, Day by day like us He grew, He was little, weak, and helpless, Tears and smiles like us He knew, And He feeleth for our sadness, And He shareth in our gladness.
And our eyes at last shall see Him, through His own redeeming love; For that child so dear and gentle, is our Lord in heaven above, And He leads His children on, to the place where He is gone.
Not in that poor lowly stable, with the oxen standing by, We shall see Him, but in heaven, set at God's right hand on high; When like stars His children crowned, all in white shall be around.
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 Al-le-lu-ia! Christ the Savior is born! Christ the Savior 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.
Silent night, holy night! Wondrous star, lend thy light! With the angels let us sing Alleluia to our King! Christ the Savior is here, Jesus the Savior is here!
We three kings of orient are, bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright. Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain, Gold I bring to crown Him again King for ever, ceasing never over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh Prayer and praising, all men raising, Worship Him, God most high.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom. Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone cold tomb.
Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and Sacrifice! Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia, earth to the heavens replies.
What Child is this, who laid to rest, On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing. Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and lamb are feeding? Good Christian, fear: for sinners here, The silent Word is pleading. Nails, spear, shall pierce Him through, The Cross be borne, for me, for you: Hail, hail, the Word made flesh, The Babe, the Son of Mary!
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh; Come peasant, king to own Him. The King of Kings salvation brings; Let loving hearts enthrone Him. Raise, raise, the song on high, The Virgin sings her lullaby: Joy joy for Christ is born, The Babe, the Son of Mary!
While shepherds watched Their flocks by night All seated on the ground The angel of the Lord came down And glory shone around 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 and all mankind."
"To you in David's Town this day Is born of David's line The Savior who is Christ the Lord And this shall be the sign And this shall be the sign."
"The heavenly Babe You there shall find To human view displayed And meanly wrapped In swathing bands And in a manger laid 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 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 Begin and never cease!"