Once in Royal David’s City And our
eyes at last shall see him
Stood a lowly cattle shed, Through
his own redeeming love,
Where a Mother laid her baby
For that child so dear and gentle
In a manger for his bed: Is our
Lord in Heaven above;
Mary was that mother mild.
And he leads his children on
Jesus Christ her little child. To
the place where he is gone.
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Away in a manger, Be
near me, Lord Jesus;
No crib for a bed, I
ask thee to stay
The Little lord Jesus
Close by me forever,
Laid down his sweet head: And love
me I pray;
The stars in the bright sky Bless
all the dear children
Look down where he lay, In thy
tender care,
The little lord Jesus
And fit us for heaven,
Asleep on the hay. To
live with thee there.
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Women
God
rest ye Merry, gentlemen
At Bethlehem in Judah Now to the Lord sing
praises,
Let nothing you dismay! The holy babe was
born; All people in this place!
For Jesus Christ our saviour
They laid him in a manger
With Christian love and fellowship
Was born on Christmas day,
On this most happy morn: Each
other now Embrace
To save us all from Satan’s power At which his mother Mary
And let this Christmas festival
When we were gone astray
Did neither fear nor scorn:
All bitterness displace:
Chorus:
All
O
tidings of comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy, O
tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and Joy. Comfort and
Joy
Comfort and Joy
O tidings of comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy
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Silent night, holy
night. Silent night, holy
night,
All is calm, all is
bright, Shepherds quake at
the sight,
Round yon virgin mother and child; Glories
stream from heaven afar,
Holy infant so tender and mild: Heavenly
hosts sing alleluia:
Sleep in heavenly peace (2) Christ,
the saviour is born. (2)
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Ding
Dong ! Merrily on high
Pray you’ dutifully prime
In heav’n
the bells are ringing, Your matin
chime, ye ringers;
Ding dong
! verily the sky May you
beautifully rime
Is riv’n
with angels singing. Your evetime
song, ye singers.
Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis ! Gloria,
Hosanna in excelsis
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O come all ye faithful,
Sing, choirs of angels,
Joyful and triumphant. Sing
in exultation,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem; Sing all ye
citizens of heaven above;
Come and behold
him, Glory to god
Born the king of
angels; In the
highest:
O come, let us adore him (3) O come,
let us adore him, (3)
Christ the Lord Christ the Lord
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