Worship Songs

COME, THOU LONG-EXPECTED JESUS

Come, thou, long-expected Jesus;
born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us;
let us find our rest in thee.
Israel’s strength and consolation,
hope of all the earth thou art,
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

Joy to those who long to see thee,
Dayspring from on high, appear;
Come, thou promised Rod of Jesse;
of thy birth we long to hear!
O’er the hills the angels singing news,
glad tidings of a birth:
“Go to him, your praises bringing;
Christ the Lord has come to earth!”

Come to earth to taste our sadness,
he whose glories knew no end;
By his life he brings us gladness,
our Redeemer, Shepherd, Friend.
Leaving riches without number,
born within a cattle stall;
This the everlasting wonder:
Christ was born the Lord of all!

Born thy people to deliver,
born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
now thy gracious Kingdom bring:
By thine own eternal Spirit
rule in all our hearts alone,
By thine all-sufficient merit
raise us to thy glorious throne.

Words: vv. 1, 4, Charles Wesley, 1744.; vv. 2-3, Mark E. Hunt, 1978; Music: Rowland Hugh Pritchard, 1830; CCLI License 11029770

O COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL

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.

O come, let us adore him! O come, let us adore him!
O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord!

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heav’n above;
Glory to God, all glory in the highest.

O come, let us adore him! O come, let us adore him!
O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord!

Yea, Lord, we greet thee, born this happy morning;
Jesus, to thee be all glory giv’n;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.

O come, let us adore him! O come, let us adore him!
O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord!

Words/Music: John Francis Wade, 1743, trans. C. Frederick Oakeley, 1841; Arr. Will Milks; PD; CCLI License 11029770

WHAT CHILD IS THIS?

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.

Words/Music: William Chatterton Dix, 1866; PD; CCLI License 11029770

THOU WHO WAST RICH

Thou who wast rich beyond all splendor,
All for love’s sake becamest poor;
Thrones for a manger didst surrender,
Sapphire-paved courts for stable floor.
Thou who wast rich beyond all splendor,
All for love’s sake becamest poor. 

Thou who art God beyond all praising,
All for love’s sake becamest man;
Stooping so low but sinners raising
Upward by thine eternal plan.
Thou who art God beyond all praising,
All for love’s sake becamest man. 

Thou who art love beyond all telling,
Savior and King, we worship thee.
Emmanuel, within us dwelling,
Make us what thou wouldst have us be.
Thou who art love beyond all telling,
Savior and King, we worship thee. 

Words: Frank Houghton, 20th cent.; © OMF International (UK); Music: Traditional French carol; PD; CCLI License 11029770