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He is Born
04:23
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Words: Trad. 19th cent. French carol; trans. anon.
Music: 18th cent. French carol
He is born, the holy Chils, play the oboe and bagpipes merrily!
He is Born, the holy Child, sing we all of the Savior mild.
Thru long ages of the past, prophets have foretols his coming;
thru long ages of the past, now the time has come at last!
He is born, the holy Chils, play the oboe and bagpipes merrily!
He is Born, the holy Child, sing we all of the Savior mild.
O how lovely, O how pure is this perfect child of heaven;
O how lovely, O how pure, gracious gift to human kind!
He is born, the holy Chils, play the oboe and bagpipes merrily!
He is Born, the holy Child, sing we all of the Savior mild.
Jesus, Lord of all the world, coming as a child among us,
Jesus, Lord of all the world, grant to us thy heavenly peace.
He is born, the holy Chils, play the oboe and bagpipes merrily!
He is Born, the holy Child, sing we all of the Savior mild.
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What Child is This?
04:06
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Words: William C. Dix, 1865
Music: 16th cent. English melody
a.k.a. Greensleeves
What child is this who, laid to rest, on Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, while shepards watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King, whom shepards guard and angles 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.
This, this is Christ the King, whom shepards guard and angles 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.
This, this is Christ the King, whom shepards guard and angles sing;
haste, haste to bring him laud, the babe, the son of Mary.
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Words: Roland Ford Palmer, 1938
Music: Skinner Chavez-Melo, 1985
Sing of Mary, pure and lowly, maiden mother, wise and mild.
Sing of God's own Son most holy, who became her little child.
Fairest child of fairest mother, God the Lord who came to Earth,
word made flesh, our very brother, takes our nature by his birth.
Sing of Jesus, son of Mary, in the home at Nazareth.
Toil and labor cannot weary love enduring unto death.
Constant was the love he gave her, though it drove him from her side,
forth to preach, and heal, and suffer, till on Calvary he died.
Joyful mother, full of gladness, in thine arms thy lord was born. Mournful mother, full of sadness,all thy heart with pain was torn.
Glorious mother, now rewarded with a crown at Jesus' hand.
Age to age thy name recorded shall be blest in every land.
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Love Has Come
03:32
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Music: traditional French Carol Melody, 17th c.
Words: Ken Bible 1996
Love has come, a light in the darkness!
Love shines forth in the Bethlehem skies.
See, all Heaven has come to proclaim it;
hear how their song of joy arises:
Love! Love! Born unto you, a Savior!
Love! Love! Glory to God on high.
Love is born! Come, share in the wonder.
Love is God now asleep in the hay.
See the glow in the eyes of his mother;
what is the name her heart is saying?
Love! Love! Love is the name she whispers.
Love! Love! Jesus, Immanuel.
Love has come and never will leave us!
Love is life everlasting and free.
Love is Jesus within and among us.
Love is the peace our hearts are seeking.
Love! Love! Love is the gift of Christmas.
Love! Love! Praise to you God on high!
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Words: JohannFranck, 1649; trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1863
Music: Johann Cruger, 1653
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness, leave the gloomy haunts of sadness.
Come into the daylight's splendor; there with joy thy praises render
unto Christ whose grace unbounded hath this wondrous banquet founded.
High o'er all the heavens he reigneth, yet to dwell with thee he deigneth.
Sun, who all my life dost brighten; Light, who dost my soul enlighten;
Joy, the best that any knoweth; Fount, whence all my being floweth;
at thy feet I cry, my Maker, let me be a fit partaker
of this blessed food from heaven, for our good, thy glory, given.
Jesus, bread of life, I pray thee, let me gladly here obey thee;
never to my hurt invited, be thy love with love requited.
From this banquet let me measure, Lord, how vast and deep its treasure;
through the gifts thou here dost give me, as thy guest in heaven receive thee.
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On Christmas Night
04:02
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Words: Traditional English Carol
Music: Traditional English melody; arr. Ralph Vaughan Williams
On Christmas night all Christians sing,
to hear the news the angels bring.
On Christmas night all Christians sing,
to hear the news the angels bring.
news of great joy, news of great mirth,
news of our merciful King's birth.
Then why should we on Earth be sad,
since our Redeemer made us glad.
Then why should we on Earth be sad,
since our Redeemer made us glad.
when from our sin he set us free,
all for to gain our liberty?
When sin departs before his grace,
then life and health come in its place.
When sin departs before his grace,
then life and health come in its place
heaven and Earth with joy may sing, all for to see the new born King.
All out of darkness we have light,
which made the angels sing this night.
All out of darkness we have light,
which made the angels sing this night.
"Glory to God on Earth be peace,
goodwill to all shall never cease."
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How Can I but Love Him?
05:43
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Words: Jeremiah E. Rankin, 1878
Music: Edmund S. Lorenz, 1913
So tender, so precious, My Savior to me;
So true and so gracious, I've found Him to be;
How can I but love Him? But love Him, but love Him?
There's no friend above Him, poor sinner, for thee.
So patient, so kindly toward all of my ways;
I blunder so blindly, He love still repays.
How can I but love Him? But love Him, but love Him?
There's no friend above Him, poor sinner, for thee.
His beauty tho' bleeding and circled with thorns,
is then most exceeding, for grief Him adorns.
Of all friends the fairest and truest is He;
His love is the rarest that ever can be.
How can I but love Him? But love Him, but love Him?
There's no friend above Him, poor sinner, for thee.
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Rise to Greet the Sun
03:41
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Words: Chao Tzu-ch'en: trans. Mildres A. Wiant and Bliss Wiant, 1946
Music: Hu Te-ai; arr. by Bliss Wiant, 1936
Rise to greet the sun, reddening in the sky,
warrior-like and strong, comely as a groom;
birds pass high in flight, fragrant flowers now bloom;
with the gracious light I my toil resume.
Father I implore, safely keep this child;
make my conduct good, actions calm and mild:
venerating age, humbly teaching youth,
always serving thee, sharing thy rich truth.
May this day be blest; trusting Jesus' love,
my heart's freed from ill; fair blue sky's above.
Glad for cotton coat, plain food satisfies;
all my countless needs thy kind hand supplies.
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Adam James Buffalo, New York
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"There are a million reasons not to go to war. If you can't think of one reason not to, then you shouldn't. If you can, then you wouldn't."
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