Christmas Medley
We Three Kings Of Orient Are
Refrain: O star of wonder, star of light, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain, Gold I bring to crown him again, King forever, ceasing never, Over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I; Incense owns a Deity nigh; Prayer and praising, voices raising, Worshiping God on high.
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom; Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
Glorious now behold him arise; King and God and sacrifice: Alleluia, Alleluia, Sounds through the earth and skies.
God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen
God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen Let nothing you dismay, Remember Christ our Saviour, 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 blessed 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 of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy.
The shepherds at those tidings, Rejoiced much in mind, And left their flocks a-feeding, In tempest, storm and wind, And went to Bethlehem straightaway, This blessed babe to find. O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy.
And when to Bethlehem they came, Where our dear Saviour lay, They found Him in a manger Where oxen feed on hay; His mother Mary kneeling down, Unto to the Lord did pray, O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy.
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 of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy.
O Come, O come, Emmanuel
Refrain: Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, thou Rod of Jesse, free Thine own from Satan's tyranny; From depths of hell thy people save, And give them victory over the grave.
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 Key of David, come, And open wide our heavenly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery.