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.
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.
What Child Is This?
What Child is this, who laid to rest,
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
CHORUS:
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Haste, haste to bring him laud,
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.
(Repeat Chorus)
We Three Kings of Orient Are
We three kings of Orient are;
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
CHORUS:
O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Glorious now behold him arise,
King and God and sacrifice;
"Alleluia, Alleluia!"
Earth to the heav'ns replies.
(Repeat Chorus)
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.
CHORUS:
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,
Sing all ye citizens of heaven above.
Glory to God, in the highest glory.
(Repeat Chorus)
Yea, Lord, we greet thee, born this happy morning,
Jesus, to thee be glory giv'n;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.
(Repeat Chorus)
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Angels We Have Heard on High
Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing 0' er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
CHORUS:
Gloria in excels is 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?
(Repeat Chorus)
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 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.
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,
Darkness flees, all is light:
Shepherds hear the angels sing,
"Alleluia! Hail the King!
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.
Joy to the World
Joy to the World! The Lord is corne;
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 world! 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 sin and sorrow 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.
Permission to photocopy this page granted for local church use. Copyright © Bob Latchaw. Published in Instant Christmas Pageant: Operatian Baby King by Group Publishing, Inc., P.O. Box 481. Loveland, CO 80539.
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