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Christmas on the Road

O little town of Bethlehem

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


How silently, how silently

The wondrous gift is given!

So God imparts to human hearts

The blessings of His heaven.

No ear may hear His coming,

But in this world of sin,

Where meek souls will receive him still,

The dear Christ enters in


O holy Child of Bethlehem

Descend to us, we pray

Cast out our sin and enter in

Be born to us today

We hear the Christmas angels

The great glad tidings tell

O come to us, abide with us

Our Lord Emmanuel

While shepherds watched

While shepherds watched their flocks by night,

all seated on the ground,

the angel of the Lord came down,

and glory shone around.


"Fear not," said he, for mighty dread

had seized their troubled mind;

"Glad tidings of great joy I bring

to you and all mankind.


"To you, in David's town, this day

is born of David's line

a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;

and this shall be the sign:


"The heavenly Babe you there shall find

to human view displayed,

all meanly wrapped in swathing bands,

and in a manger laid."

Hark! The herald angels sing

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 th’angelic host 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, th'incarnate Deity:

Pleased, as man, with men to dwell,

Jesus, our Emmanuel!

We three kings of orient are

We three kings of orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder star

O star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to thy perfect light

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again
King for ever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign




Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worship Him, God most high




Myrrh is mine
Its bitter perfume breathes
A life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone cold tomb




Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice!
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia
Heaven to earth replies




"All glory be to God on high

and on earth be peace;

good will henceforth from heaven to men

begin and never cease."

Away in a manger

Away in a manger

No crib for a bed

The little Lord Jesus

Lay down His sweet head

The stars in the bright sky

Look 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 side

'Til morning is nigh


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

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