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Hark the herald angels singHark 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 skiesWith the angelic host proclaim: "Christ is born in Bethlehem"Hark! The herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn King!"Christ by highest heav'n adored; Christ the everlasting Lord!Late in time behold Him come; Offspring of a Virgin's wombVeiled in flesh the Godhead see; Hail the incarnate DeityPleased as man with man to dwell; Jesus, our EmmanuelHark! 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 wingsMild He lays His glory by; Born that man no more may dieBorn to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birthHark! The herald angels sing; "Glory to the newborn King!"

SING FOR JOYIf we call to Him, He will answer usIf we run to Him, He will run to usIf we lift our hands, He will lift us upCome now praise his name, all you saints of God.And sing for joy to God our strengthSing for joy to God our strength, our strength.Well draw near to Him, he is here with usGive Him your love, He's in love with usHe will heal our hearts, He will cleanseour handsIf we rend our hearts He will heal our land.Oh, sing for joy to God our strengthSing for joy to God our strength, Sing for joy to God our strengthSing for joy to God our strength, our strength.***

YOU HAVE BEEN GIVENYou have been givenThe Name above all names.And we worship You;Yes, we worship You.You have redeemed usFrom every nationAnd we worship You;Yes, we worship You.We are Your peopleMade for Your gloryAnd we worship You;Yes, we worship You.Yes, we worship You.***

IT CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEARIt 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, goodwill to menFrom heavens all gracious King!"The world in solemn stillness layTo hear the angels sing.For lo! the days are hastening on,By prophet bards foretold,When with the ever-circling yearsComes round the age of gold,When peace shall over all the earthIts ancient splendors fling,And the whole world give back the songWhich now the angels sing