+ 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.
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 heavenly song?
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

Come to Bethlehem and see
Christ 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 Deo!

+ Away in a Manger

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the 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 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

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 forever,
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.

+ Deck the Halls

Deck the hall with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la la la la!
'Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la la la la!
Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la la la la la la!
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol,
Fa la la la la la la la!

See the blazing yule before us,
Fa la la la la la la la!
Strike the harp and join the chorus,
Fa la la la la la la la!
Follow me in merry measure,
Fa la la la la la la la!
While I tell of Yuletide treasure,
Fa la la la la la la la!

Fast away the old year passes,
Fa la la la la la la la!
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la la la la!
Sing we joyous all together!
Fa la la la la la la la!
Heedless of the wind and weather,
Fa la la la la la la la!

+ Do You Hear What I Hear?

Said the night wind to the little lamb:
Do you see what I see?
Way up in the sky little lamb,
Do you see what I see?
A star, a star dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite,
with a tail as big as a kite.

Said the little lamb to the Shepherd boy:
Do you hear what I hear?
Ringing through the sky Shepard boy,
Do you hear what I hear?
A song, a song high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea,
with a voice as big as the sea.

Said the Shepherd boy to the mighty king:
Do you know what I know?
In your palace wall mighty king,
Do you know what I know?
A child, a child shivers in the cold
Let us bring him silver and gold,
let us bring him silver and gold.

Said the king to the people everywhere:
Listen to what I say.
Pray for peace people everywhere,
listen to what I say.
The child, the child sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light,
He will bring us goodness and light.

+ 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 tending their sheep,
On a cold winter’s night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

They lookèd 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.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

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.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

+ God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

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.

From God our heavenly Father
a blessèd angel came;
And unto certain shepherds
brought tidings of the same;
How that in Bethlehem was born
the Son of God by name.
O tidings…

“Fear not, then,” said the angel,
“Let nothing you afright
This day is born a Savior
of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
from Satan’s power and might.”
O tidings…

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 others doth deface.
O tidings…

+ 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!
”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 womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
hail th’incarnate Deity
Pleased with us in flesh to dwell,
Jesus our Emmanuel.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”

Hail the heav’nly Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun 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.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”

+ It Came Upon A 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 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
o’er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains,
they bend on hovering wing,
And ever over its Babel sounds
the blessèd angels sing.

And 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 prophet-bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song
which now the angels sing.

+ Joy to the World

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.

+ Little Drummer Boy

Come they told me,
Pa rum pum pum pum
A new born king to see,
Pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring,
Pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the king,
Pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum
So to honor him,
Pa rum pum pum pum
When we come

Little baby,
Pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too,
Pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring,
Pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give our king,
Pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum
Shall I play for you,
Pa rum pum pum pum
On my drum

Mary nodded,
Pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time,
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for him,
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for him,
Pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum
Then he smiled at me,
Pa rum pum pum pumMe
and my drum

+ 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…

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 Holy Night

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining;
It is the night of the 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 soul 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, O holy night, O night divine!

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! O praise His name forever!
His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim!
His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim!

+ 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 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 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.

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!

+ Silent Night

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 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.

Silent night, holy night,
wondrous star, lend thy light;
With the angels let us sing,
Alleluia to our King;
Christ the Savior is born, Christ the Savior is born!

+ Twelve Days of Christmas

On the _ day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

1. (and) A Partridge in a pear tree
   2. Two turtle doves
   3. Three french hens
   4. Four calling birds
   5. Five golden rings
   6. Six geese a laying
   7. Seven swans a swimming
   8. Eight maids a milking
   9. Nine ladies dancing
   10. Ten lords a leaping
   11. Eleven pipers piping
   12. Twelve drummers drumming

+ We Wish You A Merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
And a happy new year

Good tidings we bring to you and your kin
Good tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year

+ What Child Is This

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 ass are feeding?
Good Christians, 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 a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.