- JOY TO THE WORLD
- OH, COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL
- ANGELS WE HAVE HEARD ON HIGH
- SILENT NIGHT
- ONCE IN ROYAL DAVID’S CITY
- AWAY IN A MANGER
- IT CAME UPON THE MIDNIGHT CLEAR
- O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM
- HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING
- WITH WONDERING AWE
- WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED THEIR FLOCKS
- FAR, FAR AWAY ON JUDEA’S PLAINS
- THE FIRST NOEL
- I HEARD THE BELLS ON CHRISTMAS DAY
JOY TO THE WORLD
Joy to the world, the Lord is come; Let earth receive her King! Let ev’ry heart prepare him room, And Saints and angels sing, And Saints and angels sing, And Saints, and Saints and angels sing. Rejoice! Rejoice when Jesus reigns, And Saints 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 will sin and sorrow grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He’ll come and make the blessings flow Far as the curse was found, Far as the curse was found, Far as, far as the curse was found. Rejoice! Rejoice in the Most High, While Israel spreads abroad Like stars that glitter in the sky, And ever worship God, And ever worship God, And ever, and ever worship God.
OH, COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL
Oh, come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant! Oh, come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold him, Born the King of angels; [Chorus] Oh, come, let us adore him; Oh, come, let us adore him; Oh, come, let us adore him, Christ, the Lord. — Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation; — Sing, all ye citizens of heav’n above! Glory to God, Glory in the highest; — Yea, Lord, we greet thee, Born this happy morning; — Jesus, to thee be all glory giv’n. Son of the Father, Now in flesh appearing;
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. [Chorus] 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.
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; Heav’nly hosts sing Alleluia! 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.
ONCE IN ROYAL DAVID’S CITY
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 mean, and lowly, Lived on earth our Savior holy. And our eyes at last shall see him, Through his own redeeming love; For that child so dear and gentle Is our Lord in heav’n above, And he leads his children on To the place where he is gone.
AWAY IN A MANGER
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 poor baby wakes, 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.
IT CAME UPON THE MIDNIGHT CLEAR
It came upon the 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. Still thru the cloven skies they come With peaceful wings unfurled, And still their heav’nly music floats O’er all the weary world. Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hov’ring wing, And ever o’er its babel sounds The blessed angels sing. For lo! the days are hast’ning on, By prophets seen of old, When with the ever-circling 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.
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 tonight. 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.
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! [Chorus] Hark! the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King! 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.
WITH WONDERING AWE
With wond’ring awe the wisemen saw The star in heaven springing, And with delight, in peaceful night, They heard the angels singing: [Chorus] Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to his name! By light of star they traveled far To seek the lowly manger, A humble bed wherein was laid The wondrous little Stranger. And still is found, the world around, The old and hallowed story, And still is sung in ev’ry tongue The angels’ song of glory: The heav’nly star its rays afar On ev’ry land is throwing, And shall not cease till holy peace In all the earth is growing.
WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED THEIR FLOCKS
While shepherds watch’d their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. “Fear not,” said he, for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind; “Glad tidings of great joy I bring 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: The heav’nly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, 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: “All glory be to God on high And on the earth be peace. Goodwill henceforth from heav’n to men Begin and never cease.”
FAR, FAR AWAY ON JUDEA’S PLAINS
Far, far away on Judea’s plains, Shepherds of old heard the joyous strains: [Chorus] Glory to God, Glory to God, Glory to God in the highest; Peace on earth, goodwill to men; Peace on earth, goodwill to men! Sweet are these strains of redeeming love, Message of mercy from heav’n above: Lord, with the angels we too would rejoice; Help us to sing with the heart and voice: Hasten the time when, from ev’ry clime, Men shall unite in the strains sublime:
THE FIRST NOEL
The first Noel the angel 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. [Chorus] 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.
I HEARD THE BELLS ON CHRISTMAS DAY
I heard the bells on Christmas day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men. I thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along th’unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men. And in despair I bowed my head: “There is no peace on earth,” I said, “For hate is strong and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men.” Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: “God is not dead, nor doth he sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men.” Till, ringing, singing, on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, a chant sublime, Of peace on earth, good will to men!