O, Come All Ye Faithful

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;O sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!

Glory to God, all glory in the highest;

O come, let us adore Him,O come, let us adore Him,O come, let us adore Him,

Christ the Lord.

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning;

Jesus, to Thee be glory given;Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.

O come, let us adore Him,O come, let us adore Him,O come, let us adore Him,

Christ the Lord.

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.

Angels We have Heard on HighAngels we have heard on highSweetly singing o’er the plains,

And the mountains in replyEchoing their joyous strains.

Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

Shepherds, why this jubilee?Why your joyous strains prolong?

What the gladsome tidings beWhich inspire your heavenly song?

Gloria, in excelsis Deo!Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

Come to Bethlehem and seeChrist whose birth the angels sing;

Come, adore on bended knee,Christ the Lord, the newborn King.

 

Gloria, in excelsis Deo!Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

See Him in a manger laid,Whom the choirs of angels praise;

Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,While our hearts in love we raise.

Gloria, in excelsis Deo!Gloria, in excelsis De…Gloria, in excelsis De…Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

Beautiful Scandalous NightGo on up to the mountain of mercy

To the crimson perpetual tideKneel down on the shore, be thirsty no more

Go under and be purified

Follow Christ to the Holy MountainSinner, sorry and wrecked by the fall

Cleanse your heart and your soul, in the fountain that flows

For you and for me and for all

At the wonderful tragic mysterious treeOn that beautiful scandalous night you and me

Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white

On that beautiful scandalous night

On the hillside you will be deliveredAt the foot of the cross justified

And your spirit restored, by the river that poursFrom our blessed Savior's side

At the wonderful tragic mysterious treeOn that beautiful scandalous night you and me

Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white

On that beautiful scandalous night

Galatians 3:13-14Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us—for it is written, “Cursed is everyone who is hanged on a tree”— so that in Christ Jesus the blessing of Abraham might come to the Gentiles, so that we might receive the promised Spirit through faith.

Go on up to the mountain of mercyTo the crimson perpetual tideKneel down on the shore,

be thirsty no moreGo under and be purified

At the wonderful tragic mysterious treeOn that beautiful scandalous night you and me

Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white

On that beautiful scandalous nightOn that beautiful scandalous night

Refuge: Psalm 31Unto your hands O God of truth,

my spirit I commit.You have redeemed my soul from death

and saved me from the pit.

The passions of my hope and fear maintain a doubtful strife

While sorrow, pain and sin conspire to take away my life

I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust

You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.

So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints,How wondrous is His grace,

He is our refuge.

Oh make your most beloved face to shine upon me now

And save me for your mercy’s sakefor I am lost without

While in my haste I’m quick to say “where is your help for me?”

But you attend me when I pray and you have heard my plea.

I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust

You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.

So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints,How wondrous is His grace,

He is our refuge.

Psalm 31But I trust in you, O LORD; I say, “You are my God.” My days are in your hand…

I had said in my distress, “I am cut off from your sight.”But you heard the voice of my pleas for mercy when I cried to you for help.

So, love the LORD, all you his saints!The LORD preserves the faithful!

I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust

You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.

So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints,How wondrous is His grace,

He is our refuge.

I know my days are in Your hands though I draw near to dust

You are the God in whom I trust, You are my refuge.

So lift up your voice and sing aloud, and praise Him all you saints,How wondrous is His grace,

He is our refuge.