Carols on Wheels Service

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 heaven above;
Glory to God 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 glory given;
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!

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.

O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth;
For Christ is born of Mary,
And, gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.

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 angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord, Emmanuel!

HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING:

‘Glory to the new-born King!’
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies;
With angelic hosts proclaim,
‘Christ is born in Bethlehem.’
Hark! The herald angels sing:
‘Glory to the new-born King!’

Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see!
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Pleased as man with man to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hark! The herald angels sing:
‘Glory to the new-born King.’

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Risen 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 new-born King.’

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