Songs for Worship – December 3, 2017

Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee

Words: Henry Van Dyke | Music: Ludwig van Beethoven

Joyful, joyful, we adore thee, God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flowers before thee, opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness, drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day.

All thy works with joy surround thee, earth and heav’n reflect thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around thee, center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain, flowery meadow, flashing sea,
Chanting bird and flowing fountain, call us to rejoice in thee.

Thou art giving and forgiving, ever blessing, ever blest,
Wellspring of the joy of living, ocean depth of happy rest!
Thou our Father, Christ our Brother, all who live in love are thine;
Teach us how to love each other, lift us to the Joy divine.

Mortals, join the happy chorus which the morning stars began;
Father love is reigning o’er us, brother love binds man to man.
Ever singing, march we onward, victors in the midst of strife,
Joyful music leads us sunward in the triumph song of life.

 

Angels From the Realms of Glory

Words: James Montgomery

Angels from the realms of glory
Wing your flight over all the earth
Ye, who sang creations story
Now proclaim Messiah’s birth
Come and worship, come and worship
Worship Christ the newborn King

Shepherds in the fields abiding
Watching over your flocks by night
God with man is now residing
Yonder shines the Infant light
Come and worship, come and worship
Worship Christ the newborn King

Sages leave your contemplations
Brighter visions beam afar
Seek the great Desire of nations
Ye have seen His natal star
Come and worship, come and worship
Worship Christ the newborn King

Saints before the alter bending
Watching long in hope and fear
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In His temple shall appear
Come and worship, come and worship
Worship Christ the newborn King

 

Deliver Us

Words & Music: Andrew Peterson

Our enemy, our captor is no pharaoh on the Nile

Our toil is neither mud nor brick nor sand

Our ankles bear no calluses from chains, yet Lord, we’re bound

Imprisoned here, we dwell in our own land

 

Deliver us, deliver us


Oh Yahweh, hear our cry


And gather us beneath your wings tonight



 

Our sins they are more numerous than all the lambs we’ve slain

Our shackles they were made with our own hands

Our toil is our atonement and our freedom yours to give

So Yahweh, break this silence if you can
 
Refrain

 

‘Jerusalem, Jerusalem

How often I have longed

To gather you beneath my gentle wings’

 

What Child Is This

Words: Traditional English carol | Music: Traditional English melody

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.

 

Why lies he in such mean estate,

Where ox and ass are feeding?

Good Christian, 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.

 

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.

 

O Come All Ye Faithful

Words: Latin hymn | Music: John Francis Wade

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,

O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;

Come and behold him born the King of angels.

 

O come, let us adore him,

O come, let us adore him,

O come, let us adore him,

Christ the Lord.

 

God of God, Light of Light;

Lo, he abhors not the virgin’s womb;

Very God, begotten not created. Refrain

 

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation,

Sing, all ye citizens of heav’n above;

Glory to God, glory in the highest. Refrain

 

Yea, Lord, we great thee, born this happy morning;

Jesus, to thee be all glory giv’n;

Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing. Refrain

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