How far is it to Bethlehem? Not very far. Shall we find the stable room lit by a star? Can we see the little Child? Is He within? If we lift the wooden latch, may we go in? May we stroke the creatures there – Ox, ass, or sheep? May we peep like them and
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
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. CHORUS: Sweet chiming bells, oh, how they ring To welcome Christ, the newborn King! Sweet chiming bells, oh, how they ring To welcome Christ, the King! All Thy people’s consolation, Hope of all
Wonderful Counsellor, mighty God among us, Everlasting Father, Prince who rules in peace; To us a Child is born, to us a Son is giv’n. To those who walked in darkness The Light has come. Son of God, Son of Man, Word of God incarnate, Suffering Saviour, glorious risen Lord; For God so loved the
Who is He in yonder stall, At whose feet the shepherds fall? ‘Tis the Lord! O wondrous story, ‘Tis the Lord, the King of Glory! At His feet we humbly fall, Crown Him, crown Him Lord of all! Who is He in deep distress, Fasting in the wilderness? Who is He to whom they bring
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
Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel. “Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou knowest it telling, Yonder peasant,
Lulay, Thou little, tiny Child, Bye-bye, lulee, lulay. Lulay, Thou little, tiny Child, Bye-bye, lulee, lulay. O, sisters, too, how may we do For to preserve this day This poor Youngling for whom we sing, “Bye-bye, lulee, lulay”? Herod the king in his raging Charged he hath this day His men of might in his
Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown When Thou camest to earth for me, But in Bethlehem’s home was there found no room For Thy holy nativity. O, come to my heart, Lord Jesus; There is room in my heart for Thee! Heaven’s arches rang when the angels sang, Proclaiming Thy royal degree,
Once in royal David’s city Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed. Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little Child. He came down to earth from Heaven Who is God and Lord of all, And His shelter was a stable And His cradle
Which list of Santa’s should I have been on? Should I have received candy and toys in my stocking? Or a lump of coal, as the old story goes. Every Christmas as a little girl I did something very mischievous with the help of my sister. Christmas was wonderful in my home. Our mother knew
One Christmas, myself and the four children headed into the big city for some us time. We went to a huge mall and had a private visit with Santa. That was fun for the younger two and it was great to see the older two play along. The kids got a small treat from mom, we
