Hail! Thou ever blessed morn.
Hail! Redemption’s happy dawn.
Sing through all Jerusalem, Christ is born in Bethlehem!
O come let us adore Him..
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Mild he lays his Glory by, born that man no more may die.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
nor thorns infest the ground
He comes to make his blessings flow, far as the curse is found.
Born to raise the sons of earth.
Born to give them second birth.
Gloria!
And all the angels in heaven, and all the souls on earth shall sing.
What can I give him?
poor as I am,
what can I give him?
I played my drum for him.
I played my best for him.
Myrrh is mine, it’s bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering doom.
Born thy people to deliver,
born a child and yet a King.
Nails, spear shall pierce him through,
the cross be borne for me, for you.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying.
Hail, hail the word made flesh,
the babe the son of Mary,
sealed in a stone cold tomb.
O come let us adore Him!
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night and death’s dark shadows put to flight.
Light and life to all he brings,
risen with healing in his wings.
Then rang the bells more loud and deep, “God is not dead nor does he sleep!”
Sages leave your contemplations,
brighter visions beam afar.
Born to reign in us forever.
Go tell it, everywhere!
Seek the great desire of nations,
Ye have seen his natal star.
No ear may hear his coming,
but in this world of sin fall on your knees.
Our weakness is no stranger.
Where meek souls will receive him still,
the dear Christ enters in.
Behold your king, his power and glory forever more proclaim!
O come let us adore him!
Now, to the Lord sing praises all you within this place.
Therefore, Christian men be sure,
wealth or rank possessing,
and with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace.
Ye who now will bless the poor,
shall yourselves find blessing.
This holy tide of Christmas all others doth deface.
O come,
Rejoice!
With peace on earth.
I’ll give him my heart..
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