Worship Service December 17, 2017 Isaiah 42:1–4:
O Come All Ye Faithful #31054 by C. Frederick Oakeley and John Francis Wade Public Domain
Verse 1: O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant; Come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem; Come and be - hold him, born the King of Angels. Chorus: O come, let us a - dore Him; O come, let us a - dore Him; O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord! Verse 2: God of God, Li - ght of Li - ght, Lo, he abhors not the virgin's womb; Ve - r - y God, be - gotten, not created. Chorus: Verse 3: Sing, choirs of angels, sing in ex - ul - ta - tion; Sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above: Glo - ry to God, glory in the highest. Chorus: Verse 4: Yea, Lord, we greet thee, born this happy morning; Jesus, to thee be all glo - ry giv'n; Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing. Chorus:
Sing His Love #4714349 by Andrew Osenga 2005 The Velvet Eagle Sings
Verse 1: Father, long before creation Thou hadst chosen us in love, And that love so deep, so moving
Draws us close to Christ above; Still it keeps us, still it keeps us Firmly fixed in Christ alone. Chorus: And the world will sing his love Yes, the world will sing his love And we’ll all join hands, Every woman, every man And sing his love, we’ll sing his love. Verse 2: Though the world may change its fashion Yet our God is ever the same; His compassion and his covenant Through all ages will remain; God’s own children, God’s own children Must forever praise his name. Chorus: Bridge: God so loved us, God so loved us That his only Son He gave. Verse 3: God’s compassion is my story; It is my boasting all the day; Mercy free and never failing Moves my will, directs my way. Chorus: Ending: And sing his love, we’ll sing his love.
O Little Town Of Bethlehem #27879 by Phillips Brooks and Lewis Henry Redner Public Domain
Verse 1: 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. Verse 2: For Christ is born of Mary; And gathered all above, While mortals sleep the angels keep Their watch of wond'ring love. O morning stars toge - ther Proclaim the holy birth; And praises sing to God the King, And peace to men on earth. Verse 3: How silently, how silently the wondrous gift is giv'n! So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of his heav'n. No ear may hear his coming, but in this world of sin, where meek souls will receive him still, the dear Christ enters in. Verse 4: 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 ang - els the great glad tidings tell; O come to us, a - bide with us, our Lord Emmanuel.
God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen by Unknown (18th C. Traditional English Carol)
VERSE 1: God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, Remember Christ our Savior Was born on Christmas day, To save us all from Satan's pow'r When we were gone astray; Chorus: O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy.
Verse 2: From God our heav'nly 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. Chorus: Verse 3: "Fear not, then," said the angel, "let nothing you affright; This day is born a Savior Of a pure virgin bright, To free all those who trust in him From Satan's pow'r and might." Chorus: Verse 4: The shepherds at those tidings Rejoiced much in mind, And left their flocks a-feeding, In tempest, storm, and wind: And went to Bethlehem straightway, The Son of God to find. Chorus:
What Child Is This #30983 by William Chatterton Dix Public Domain
Verse 1: What child is this who, laid to rest, On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring him laud, The babe, the son of Mary. Verse 2: Why lies he in such mean estate, Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christians, fear; for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. Nails, spear, shall pierce him through; The cross be borne for me, for you; Hail, hail the Word made flesh, The babe, the son of Mary. Verse 3:
So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh; Come, peasant, king, to own him; The King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone him. Raise, raise the song on high, The virgin sings her lullaby; Joy, joy, for Christ is born, The babe, the son of Mary.