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The Prayer Meeting Podcast is a worship podcast where you are invited to sing, play along, or just listen. Music notation of these songs will be available shortly.  This week’s episode is an extended worship jam based on the songs of Holy Week, and in particular the events that transpired on Good Friday.  Many of these songs were based upon a detailed survey that many of you answered.

2:53 Were You There
5:30 Stabat Mater
7:49 What Wondrous Love Is This
10:05 O Come And Mourn With Me Awhile
13:11 Beneath the Cross of Jesus
16:47 When I Survey/The Old Rugged Cross
23:29 O Sacred Head Once Wounded
27:00 Glory Be To Jesus
32:59 O The Blood of Jesus / The King of Glory
38.20 Nothing But The Blood
41:03 When He Sees the Blood

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Lyrics below:

WERE YOU THERE
Spiritual

Were you there when they crucified my Lord
Were you there when they crucified my Lord

O, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?

STABAT MATER
Ascribed to Jacopone Da Todi OFM (d. 1306)
Tr. by R. A. Knox.

By the Cross her vigil keeping
Stands the Queen of sorrows weeping
While her Son in torment hangs;

Now she feels–O heart afflicted
By the sword of old predicted!
More than all a mother’s pangs.

Sad and heavy stands beside him
She who once had magnified him
One-begotten, only-born’

While she sees that rich atoning
Long the moaning, deep the groaning
Of her mother-heart forlorn.

Who, Christ’s Mother contemplating
In such bitter anguish waiting
Has no human tears to shed?

Who would leave Christ’s Mother, sharing
All the pain her Son is bearing,
By those tears uncomforted?

Earth and heaven His cause forsaking,
Now His noble heart is breaking,
Now the laboring breath is still.

Mother, fount whence love flows truest
Let me know the pain thou knewest,
Let me weep as thou hast wept.

WHAT WONDROUS LOVE IS THIS
Traditional (early U.S.)

1. What wondrous love is this o my soul o my soul
What wondrous love is this o my soul
What wondrous love is this
That caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul for my soul
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul

2. When I was sinking down, sinking down sinking down
When I was sinking down, sinking down
When I was sinking down,
Beneath God’s righteous frown
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul for my soul
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul

3. To God and to the Lamb  I will sing, I will sing
To God and to the Lamb  I will sing
To God and to the Lamb
Who is the Great I AM
While millions join the theme I will sing I will sing
While millions join the theme I will sing

4. And when from death I’m free I’ll sing on I’ll sing on
And when from death I’m free I’ll sing on
And when from death I’m free
I’ll sing and joyful be
Throughout eternity I’ll sing on I’ll sing on
Throughout eternity I’ll sing on

Public Domain

O COME AND MOURN WITH ME AWHILE
JB Dykes 1823-76; FW Faber, 1814-63

O come and mourn with me awhile
See, Mary calls us to her side;
O come and let us mourn with her;
Jesus our Love, is crucified.

Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and men deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs
Jesus our Love, is crucified.

How fast His feet and hands are nailed:
His blessed tongue with thirst is tied;
His failing eyes are blind with blood
Jesus our Love, is crucified.

Sev’n words He spoke, sev’n Words of love.
And all three hours, His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men
Jesus our Love, is crucified.

O love of God! O sin of man!
In this dread act, Your strength is tried;
And victory remains with love;
Jesus our Love, is crucified.

BENEATH THE CROSS OF JESUS
Elizabeth C. Clephane, Frederick C. Maker

Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would make my stand;
The shadow of a mighty rock
Within a wary land,
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way
From the burning of the noontide heat
And the burden of the day.

Upon that cross of Jesus
Mine eyes at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me.
And from my smitten heart with tears,
Two woders I confess:
The wonder of His glorious love
And my unworthiness.

I take, O cross thy shadow
For my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine
Than the sunshine of His face.
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain or loss,
My sinful self, my only shame,
My glory all the cross.

WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), Edward Miller (1731-1807)
[ROCKINGHAM]

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boaset,
Save in the death of Christ my God,
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See, from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

THE OLD RUGGED CROSS
George Bennard

1. On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suff’ring and shame
And I loved that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

2. O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world
has a wondrous attraction for me.
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down.
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown.

3. In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine
A wondrous beauty I see
For ‘twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me.

4. To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away
There His glory for ever I’ll share.

Public Domain

O SACRED HEAD ONCE WOUNDED
Bernard of Clairvaux (c. 1150); tr. Paul Gerhardt
Hans Leo Hassler (1564-1612);
Arr. by J.S. Bach (1685-1750) [PASSION CHORALE]

O sacred Head, once wounded
With grief and shame bow’d down
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown.
O sacred Head, what glory
What bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory
I joy to call Thee mine.

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinners’ gain
Mine mine was the transgression
But Thine the deadly pain:
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
‘Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace

What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend
For this, Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever
And should I fainting be
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love for Thee.

GLORY BE TO JESUS
Edward Caswall, Friedrich Filitz

1. Glory be to Jesus, who in bitter pains
Poured for me the lifeblood, from His sacred veins

2. Grace and life eternal, in that blood I find
Blest be his compassion, infinitely kind!

3. Blest thru endless ages, be the precious stream
Which from sin and sorrow, doth the world redeem

4. Oft as earth exulting,  wafts its praise on hi
Angel hosts, rejoicing, make their glad reply

5. Lift ye then yr voices, swell the mighty flood
Louder still + louder, praise the precious blood

Public Domain

O THE BLOOD OF JESUS
Author unknown

O the Blood of Jesus
O the Blood of Jesus
O the Blood of Jesus
It washes white as snow.

THE KING OF GLORY
Author unknown

The King of Glory who died on the tree
Saved my soul and set me free
Fills my life with joy and glee
And this King of Glory is coming back for me.
The King of Glory who died on the tree
Saved my soul and set me free
Fills my life with joy and glee
And He’s just the same today.

Oh, King of Glory, You died on the tree
You saved my soul and You set me free
You fill my life with joy and glee
And as King of Glory You’re coming back for me.
Yes, King of Glory You died on the tree
You saved my soul and You set me free
You fill my life with joy and glee
And You’re just the same today.

NOTHING BUT THE BLOOD
Author Unknown

What can wash away our sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make us whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

For our pardon this we see
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
For our cleansing, this our plea,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

O precious is the flow
That makes us white as snow
No other fount we know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

WHEN HE SEES THE BLOOD
John G. Foot (1880)

Christ our Redeemer died on the cross
Died for the sinner, paid all His due;
Sprinkle your soul with the Blood of the Lamb,
And He will pass, will pass over you.

When He sees the blood,
When He sees the blood,
When He sees the blood,
He will pass, He will pass over you.

Chiefest of sinners, Jesus will save;
All He has promised, that He will do;
Wash in the fountain opened for sin
And He will pass, will pass over you.

Judgment is coming, all will be there,
Each one receiving justly His due;
Hide in the saving, sin-cleansing blood,
And He will pass, will pass over you.

Oh, great compassion! O boundless love!
O loving kindness, faithful and true!
Find peace and shelter under the blood,
And He will pass, will pass over you.

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3:03 Lord Who Throughout These 40 Days
7:55 Parce Domine
8:15 Turn Back O Man /
9:56 There’s A Wideness in God’s Mercy
12:57 Parce Domine
13:20 Our Faith Looks Up To Thee
18:23 Lord Jesus Think on Me
19:55 When Jesus Wept /
21:00 O Lord Have Mercy /
21:36 God Of mercy God of Grace
25:01 Savior When In Dust To Thee
27:22 Cleanse Me
31:31 Attende Domine
34:07 O Love How Deep How Broad How High

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Lyrics below:

LORD WHO THROUGHOUT THESE 40 DAYS
Claudia Frances Mernaman, 1838-1898
St.FLAVIAN, from John Day’s Psalter

1 Lord! Who throughout these forty days,
For us didst fast and pray,
Teach us with Thee to mourn our sins,
And close by Thee to stay.

2 As Thou with Satan didst contend,
And didst the victory win,
Oh, give us strength in Thee to fight,
In Thee to conquer sin.

3 As Thou didst hunger bear and thirst,
So teach us, gracious Lord,
To die to self, and chiefly live
By Thy most holy Word.

4 And through these days of penitence,
And through Thy Passion-tide,
Yea, evermore, in life and death,
Jesus, with us abide.

5 Abide with us, that so, this life
Of suffering overpast,
An Easter of unending joy
We may attain at last!

PARCE DOMINE
Traditional Plainchant
Translation by Nick Alexander

Parce Domine, parce populo tuo
Ne in aeternum irascaris nobis.

TURN BACK O MAN
Clifford Bax, 1919
OLD 124th; Louis Bourgeois, 1551

THERE’S A WIDENESS IN GOD’S MERCY
Frederick W. Faber (1814-1863)
ST. MABYN

Turn back, O man, forswear thy foolish ways.
Old now is earth, and none may count her days.
Yet thou, her child, whose head is crowned with flame,
Still wilt not hear thine inner God proclaim,
“Turn back, O man, forswear thy foolish ways.”

Earth might be fair, and all men glad and wise.
Age after age their tragic empires rise,
Built while they dream, and in that dreaming weep:
Would man but wake from out his haunted sleep,
Earth might be fair and all men glad and wise.

1 There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
like the wideness of the sea.
There’s a kindness in God’s justice,
which is more than liberty.

2. There is welcome for the sinner
And more graces for the good
There is mercy with the Saviour
There is healing in His Blood.

Earth shall be fair, and all her people one:
Nor till that hour shall God’s whole will be done.
Now, even now, once more from earth to sky,
Peals forth in joy man’s old undaunted cry—
“Earth shall be fair, and all her folk be one!”

3. There is no place where earth’s sorrows
are more felt than up in heaven.
There is no place where earth’s failings
have such kindly judgment given.

4. There is plentiful redemption
In the blood that has been shed;
There is joy for all the members
In the sorrows of the Head.

PARCE DOMINE
Traditional Plainchant
Translation by Nick Alexander

Pardon us O Lord
Spare us all under Your Name
Do not forever hold Your anger against us.

OUR FAITH LOOKS UP TO THEE
Ray Palmer, 1830, alt.
OLIVET; Lowell Mason, 1832
New arrangement by Nick Alexander

1 Our faith looks up to thee,
Dear Lamb of Calvary,
Savior divine!
Now hear us while I pray;
Please take our guilt away;
O let us from this day
be wholly thine!

2 May thy rich grace impart
strength to our fainting heart,
our zeal inspire;
as thou for us hast died,
O may our love betide
pure, warm, and changeless guide,
make us afire!

3 While life’s dark maze we tread
and griefs around us spread,
be thou our guide;
be thou our guide;
bid darkness turn to day;
wipe sorrow’s tears away;
nor let us ever stray
from thee aside.

4 When life’s swift race is run
Death’s cold work almost done
To us be nigh,
To us be nigh,
Blest Savior then in love
Fear and distrust remove.
O bear us safe above,
Redeemed, anew!

LORD JESUS THINK ON ME
Synesius of Cyrene, 5th century
Tr. by Allen W. Chatfield, 1876
SOUTHWELL, SM;
Damon’s Psalmes, 1579

1 Lord Jesus, think on me,
and purge away my sin.
From earth-born passions set me free,
and make me pure within.

2 Lord Jesus, think on me,
amid the battle’s strife.
In all my pain and misery
be thou my health and life.

3 Lord Jesus, think on me,
nor let me go astray.
Through darkness and perplexity
point thou the heavenly way.

4 Lord Jesus, think on me,
that, when this life is past,
I may th’eternal brightness see,
and share thy joy at last.

WHEN JESUS WEPT
William Billings, 1770

When Jesus wept, the falling tear
In mercy flowed beyond all bound;
When Jesus groaned, a trembling fear
Seized all the guilty world around.

O LORD HAVE MERCY
Nick Alexander

O Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner.

GOD OF MERCY GOD OF GRACE
John Taylor, 1795
AUS DER TIEFE RUFE ICH
Numberg, Gesanbuch, 1676

1 God of mercy, God of grace,
Hear our sad repentant songs
O restore Thy suppliant race
Thou, to Whom our praise belongs

Deep regret for follies past
Talents wasted, time misspent
Hearts debased by worldly cares
Thankless for the blessings lent.

Foolish fears and fond desires
Vain regrets for things as vain,
Lips too seldom taught to praise
Oft to murmur and complain

These and every secret fault
Filled with grief and shame we own
Humbled at Thy feet we lie
Seeking pardon from Thy Throne.

SAVIOR WHEN IN DUST TO THEE
J. Baptiste Calkin (1827-1905)
RAMOTH
New arrangement by Nick Alexander

1 Savior, when in dust to Thee
When, repentant, to the skies
Low we bow the adoring knee;
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes;
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
O, by all Thy pains and woe
Hear our penitential cry!
Hear our penitential cry!

2 By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy days of sore distress
By Thy life of want and tears,
In the savage wilderness,
By the dread, mysterious hour
Turn, O turn, a fav’ring eye;
Crush the insulting tempter’s pow’r,
Hear our penitential cry!
Hear our penitential cry!

3 By the sacred griefs that wept
By the boding tears that flow’d
O’er the grave where Laz’rus slept;
Over Salem’s loved abode
By the anguished sigh that told
Thee from Thy Seat ‘bove the sky
Treachery lurked within Thy fold.
Hear our penitential cry!
Hear our penitential cry!

CLEANSE ME
J. Edwin Orr
New arrangement by Nick Alexander

1 Search us, O God, and know our hearts today;
try us, O Savior, know our thoughts, we pray.
See if there be some wicked way in us;
cleanse me from every sin, Lord Jesus.

2 Lord, take our lives, come make them wholly Thine;
fill our poor hearts with Thy great love divine.
Take all our wills, our passions, selves, and pride;
We now surrender, Lord–in Thee we abide.

We praise Thee Lord, You cleanse us from sin
Fulfill Your Word, purify within
You fill us with fire, where we burned with shame
Come magnify Your Name.

ATTENDE DOMINE
Latin, 10th Century
Tr. by Nick Alexander
Melody From Paris Processional, 1824

Attende Domine, et miserere,
Quia peccavimus tibi.
Attend to our prayers, Lord
And grant us mercy
For we have trespassed against You.

1. Ad te Rex summe,
Omnium Redemptor,
Oculos nostros
Sublevamus flentes:
Exaudi, Christe,
Supplicantum preces.

To You King all Sovereign
You, the All Redeemer
The eyes of us all
Are lifted, yet weeping
Can you hear us, Christ
Our petitions and prayers?

2. Rogamus, Deus,
Tuam majestatem:
Auribus sacris
Gemitus exaudi:
Crimina nostra
Placidus indulge.

We beseech Thee God
To You, Your Majesty
Your ears, though, sacred
Our groanings You still hear
Our crimes against us
With calm, wilt Thou forgive.

O LOVE HOW DEEP HOW BROAD HOW HIGH
Ascribed to St. Thomas Aquinas, 15th c.
Tr. by Benjamin Webb, 1854, 1871
DEO GRACIAS (or AGINCOURT HYMN)
Anon. 1415

1 O love, how deep, how broad, how high,
beyond all thought and fantasy,
that God, the Son of God, should take
our mortal form for mortals’ sake.

2 For us baptized, for us he bore
his holy fast and hungered sore;
for us temptations sharp he knew,
for us, the tempter overthrew.

3 All glory laud, and honor be,
O Jesus virgin born to Thee;
Whom with the Father we adore
And Holy Ghost, forevermore.

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1:57    Break Forth O Beauteous Heav’nly Light/Hark The Herald Angels Sing
6:17    The Huron Carol
10:08    Away in a Manger / Polish Lullaby
14:00    Dominus Dixit (chant)
15:14    Ring Out Ye Wild and Merry Bells
17:16    Hallelujah Hallelujah
19:03    Adeste Fideles/Gloria (ding dong merrily…)
23:56    O Holy Night
29:05    Come and Worship (Angels From The Realms of Glory)
31:43    While by my Sheep (How Great Our Joy)
33:30    Joy to the World
35:00    All My Heart This Night Rejoices
37:08    All Praise To You, Eternal Lord
41:04    Silent Night

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BREAK FORTH O BEAUTEOUS HEAV’NLY LIGHT/HARK THE HERALS ANGELS SING
Johann von Rist (1641); Ermuntre Dich

Break forth O beauteous heav’nly light
And usher in the morning.
You shepherd, shudder not with afright
But hear the ange’s warning.
This Child now weak in infancy
Our confidence and joy shall be
The pow’r of Satan breaking
Our peace eternal making.

Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King!

Break forth O beauteous heav’nly light
To herald our salvation.
He stoops to earth, the God of might
Our hope and expectation.
He comes in human flesh to dwell
Our God with us, Immanuel
The night of darkness ending
Our fallen race befriending.

Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King!

Hail the heav’n born Prince of Peace
Hail the Son 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!

THE HURON CAROL
Jean de Brebeuf (1643)
Tr. by J.E. Middleton, 1926; alt.

‘Twas in the moon of wintertime
When all the birds had fled
That mighty angel Gabriel
Sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim
And wondering hunters heard the hymn.

Jesus your King is born
Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria.

Within a cave of scattered hay
The tender babe was found
A ragged robe of warm sheep-skin
En-wrapped His beauty round
But as the shepherd boys drew nigh
The angel song rang loud and high.

Jesus your King is born
Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria.

The earliest moon of wintertime
Is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory
On the helpless Infant there
The Kings that knelt before Him were
With gold and frankincense and myrrh.

Jesus your King is born
Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria.

O children of the forest free
O seed of Babylon
The holy Child of earth and Heav’n
For you this day was born.
Come kneel before the radiant Boy
Who brings you beauty, peace and joy.

Jesus your King is born
Jesus is born
In excelsis gloria.

Public Domain

AWAY IN A MANGER / POLISH LULLABY
Away in A Manger words anonymous;
Tune by William J Kirkpatrick
Polish Lullaby (Lulajze Jezuniu)
Tr. by Anonymous

Away In a Manger, no Crib For a bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky
Look’d down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
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.

Lullaby Jesus, O cease from Your crying
Here on your Mother’s warm breast softly lying.
Lullaby, Jesus, O sleep now, my treasure
Mother is watching with love none can measure.
Lullaby, Jesus, O sleep now, my treasure
Mother is watching with love none can measure.

See how the world lies
In sorrow and sadness
Give us Your blessing,
O bring Heaven’s gladness
Lullaby, Jesus, O sleep now, my treasure
Mother is watching with love none can measure.
Lullaby, Jesus, O sleep now, my treasure
Mother is watching with love none can measure.

Be near me Lord Jesus; I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, And love me, I pray
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
And fit us for heaven,
To live with Thee there.

DOMINUS DIXIT (Chant)

Dominus dixit ad me
Filius meus es tu
Ego hodie genui te

Lord God had said to me:
Dearest Son, Mine own art Thou.
I have this very day begotten Thee.

RING OUT YE WILD AND MERRY BELLS
Words: unknown; Composer: C. Maitland

Ring out Ye wild and Merry Bells
Ring out the old old story
That first was told by angel tongues from out the realms of Glory.
Peace onearth was their sweet song
Glory in the Highest!
Echoing all the hills away,
Glory in the Highest!

Ring sweet bells, ring evermore
Peal from every steeple.
Christ the Lord shall be our God
And we shall be His people!

Ring out, ye silv’ry bells, ring out
Ring out your exultation
That God with man is reconciled
Go tell it to the nations.
Therefore let us all today
Glory in the Highest!
Banish sorrow far away
Glory in the Highest!

HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH
Isaac Naylor

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen!
Amen, Amen! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen!

Public Domain

ADESTE FIDELES/GLORIA (DING DONG MERRILY ON HIGH)
Adeste, fideles, Laeti triumphantes;
Venites, venite in Bethlehem;
Nahum videte Regem angelorum

Venite adoremus
Venite adoremus
Venite adoremus Dominum.

Deum de Deo, Lumen de lumine,
Gestant puellae viscera;
Deum verum, Genitum non factum:

Gloria, Hosanna in Excelsis.

Cantet nunc Io! Chorus angelorum:
Cantet nunc aula caelestium:
Gloria, gloria, In excelsis Deo!

Erego qui natus Die hodierna,
Jesu tibi sit gloria:
Patris aeterni Verbum caro factum!

O HOLY NIGHT
Adolphe Adam (1847); John Sullivan Dwight (1855)

O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices!
O night divine! O night when Christ was born

O night, O holy night! O night divine.

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here comes the wise men from Orient land
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friend.

He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger!
Behold your King! Before Him lowly bend!

Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever!
His power and glory evermore proclaim!

COME AND WORSHIP (ANGELS FROM THE REALMS OF GLORY)
Come and Worship, Come and Worship
Worship Christ the Newborn King!

WHILE BY MY SHEEP
While by my sheep I watched at night
Glad tidings brought an angel bright.

How great my joy, great my joy
Joy Joy Joy! Joy Joy joy!
Praise to the Lord in Heaven on high.

There shall be born, so he did say
In Bethlehem, a Child today.

There shall He lie, in manger mean,
Who shall redeem the world from sin.

Lord, evermore to me be night
Then shall my heart be filled with joy!

JOY TO THE WORLD
Joy to the world the Lord is come
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 Saviour reigns
Let men their songs employ
While fields and gloods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat repeat the sounding joy

ALL MY HEART THIS NIGHT REJOICES
Paul Gerhadt (1656),
Tr. Catherine Winkworth (1827-78)
WARUM SOLLTICH

All my heart this night rejoices
As I hear, far and near, sweetest angel voices
“Christ is born!” their choirs are singing.
Till the air, ev’rywhere,Now with joy is ringing.

Hear! the conquereor has spoken:
“Now the foe, sin and woe,
Death and hell are broken!”
God is man, man to deliver,
And the Son, now is one with our blood forever.

Come, then, banish all your sadness!
One and all, great and small,
come with songs of gladness
We shall live with Him forever.
There on high, in that joy, which shall vanish never.

ALL PRAISE TO YOU, ETERNAL LORD
Martin Luther; FESTUS; Johann
New arrangement by Nick Alexander

All praise to You, eternal Lord
Who wore the garb of flesh and blood
And chose a manger for Your throne
While worlds on worlds were Yours alone

Once did the skies, before You bow
A virgin’s arms contain You now
While angels who in You rejoice
Now listen for Your infant voice.

Dear Little Child, You are Guest
That weary ones in You may rest;
Forlorn and lonely, that was Your birth
That we, that we may rise from heaven to earth.

You came down in that darkest night
To make us children of the light,
To make us in the realms divine
Like Your own angels round You shine.

All this for us Your love has done;
By this to You our love is won;
For this ourjoyful songs we raise
For this we sing Your ceaseless praise.

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.