Christmas Carols & Holiday Hymns

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 O Come, O Come Emmanuel

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 Dayspring, 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 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, Desire of na-tions, bind – all peoples in one heart and mind;

Bid envy, strife and quarrels cease, Fill all the world with heaven’s peace.


Text Latin Hymn, 1710, translated by J. Neale, stanzas 1, 2 altered; H. Coffin, stanzas 3, 4 altered;

Adapted from Plainsong by T. Helmore, arranged by T. Fetke  © 1986 WORD MUSIC./CCLI#785166

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 ev’ry nation, Joy of ev’ry 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.

C. Wesley, R.H. Prichard; arranged by R Harkness/CCLI#785166

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 heav’n and nature sing,

And heav’n and nature sing,

And heav’n and heav’n 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 glo-ries of – His righteousness,

And wonders of His love,

And wonders of His love,

And wonders, wonders of His love.

I. Watts, Music by G.F. Handel, arranged by L. Mason/CCLI#785166

While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks

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 mind,

“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 heav’nly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed,

All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid;

And in a manger laid.


“All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace:

Good will henceforth from heav’n to men, Begin and never cease,

Begin and never cease.”

N. Tate, Music by G.F Handel, from Weyman’s, Melodia Sacra, 1815/CCLI#785166

Angels, from the Realms of Glory

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:

Come and worship, come and worship, Worship Christ, the newborn King.


Sages, leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar;

Seek the great Desire of nations, Ye have seen His natal star:

Come and worship, come and worship, Worship Christ, the newborn King.


Saints before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear,

Suddenly the Lord, descending, In His temple shall appear:

Come and worship, come and worship, Worship Christ, the newborn King.

J. Montgomery, Music by H. T. Stuart/CCLI#785166

Angels We Have Heard on High

Angels we have heard on high, Sweetly singing o’er the plains,

And the mountains in reply Echo back their joyous strains.



Glo – ria in excelsis De-o

Glo – ria in excelsis De-o


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

Say what may the 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 within a manger laid Jesus, Lord of heav’n and earth!

Mary, Joseph, lend your aid, With us sing our Savior’s birth.


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 is 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 the Virgin’s womb:

Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; Hail th’incarnate Deity,

Pleased as man with men to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel.

Hark! the herald angels sing, “Glory to the newborn King.”


Hail the heav’n-born 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.”

C. Wesley, altered; F. Mendelssohn; arranged by W. H. Cummings/CCLI#785166

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 Christian, fear; for sinners here The silent Word is pleading.



So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh, Come, peasant, king, to own Him;

The King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone Him.


Traditional English Carol adapted by W. C. Dix ca. 1865/CCLI#785166

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.


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

P. Brooks, Music by L. H. Redner/CCLI#785166

Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

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, 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.  Christ the Babe was born for you.

Polish Carol, paraphrase by E.E. M. Reed, Music Traditional Polish carol; arranged by J. Barlowe

Arrangement © 1986 WORD MUSIC/CCLI#785166

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 bright hosts of heav’n above!

Glory to God, all glory in the highest!



Yea, Lord, we greet thee, born this happy morning,

Jesus, to Thee be all glory giv’n;

Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing!


Latin Hymn; ascribed to J. F. Wade, translated by F. Oakeley, Music by J.F. Wade/CCLI#785166

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,

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.

J. Mohr, translated by J. F. Young, Music by F. Gruber/CCLI#785166

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