Go, tell it on the moun - tain,

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1 CHRISTMAS Go, Tell It on the Mountain marcato bass, like plucked string Go, tell it on the moun tain, o ver the hills ev ry where; go, tell it on the moun tain that Je sus Christ is born. 1. While shep herds kept their watch ing o er si lent flocks by night, be 2. The shep herds feared trem bled when, lo! a bove the earth rang 3. Down in a low ly man ger our hum ble Christ was born, 18 = GO TELL IT Text: John W. Work, Jr. Music: Spiritual hold, through out the heav ens there shone a ho ly light. out the an gel cho rus that hailed our Sav ior s birth. God sent us sal va tion that bless ed Christ mas

2 A tempo morn. Go, tell it on the moun tain, o ver the hills 3. ev A tempo ry where; go, tell it on the moun tain that Je sus Christ is 30 born, that Je sus Christ is born, that 33 Je sus Christ is born. 43

3 = 96 Tempo Rubato Thou Who Wast Rich Beyond All Splendor 1. Thou Who 2. Thou Who wast art rich God be be yond yond splen prais dor, ing, Original words by Frank Houghton, 1934, OMF International for for love s love s Tempo cam est poor; thrones for a man ger didst sur ren der, cam est man; stoop ing so low, but sin ners rais ing, sap phirepaved courts heav nward by Thine for e sta ter ble nal floor. plan. QUELLE EST CETTE ODEUR AGREABLE Text: Frank Houghton Music: French carol melody Thou Thou Who Who yond yond splen prais dor, ing, for for love s love s sake sake be be cam est cam est poor. man. wast art sake sake rich God be be CHRISTMAS be be

4 34 3. Thou Who art love be yond tell ing, Sav ior King, we wor ship Thee. Em man u el, with in us dwell ing, poco A tempo make us what Thou wouldst have us be. Thou Who art Love be yond tell ing, Sav ior King, we wor ship Thee. poco A tempo 45

5 Joy to 2. Joy to 3. No more = 88 the world! the earth! let sins CHRISTMAS Joy to the World! The Lord Is Come ANTIOCH Text: Issac Watts Music: Lowell Mason The Lord is come: let earth re ceive The Sav ior reigns: let men their songs sor rows grow, nor thorns in fest King! ploy; Let while ev fields ery heart floods, pre rocks, pare hills, Him ground; He comes to make His bless ings her em the room, plains flow sing, joy, found, re far re far heav n peat as heav n peat, as, the the re far na ture sing, heav n na sound ing joy, re peat the sound curse is found, far as the curse heav n peat as the the na sound curse ture ing is sing. joy. found. ture ing is

6 31 37 = 76 Broaden 4. He rules the world with truth grace, makes the na tions Broaden prove the glo ries of His right eous ness, L.H. 43 won ders of His love, won ders of His love, 47 won ders, won ders of His love. a Tempo a Tempo 47

7 20 18 Voice 7 12 laid mean = 50 to rest, es tate, on Mar where ox y s lap ass EPIPHANY What Child Is This? = 50 is are sleep feed ing? Whom an ing? Good Chris gels tian, 1. (2.) greet fear; What Child lies with for is this, He in Who, such an thems sweet, while sin ners here the shepherds watch are keep ing? si lent Word is plead ing. This, Nails, this spear, is Christ sh pierce the Him through; King, Whom shepherds guard the cross be borne poco haste, haste to bring Him laud, the Babe, the son of Mar y. hail, hail the Word made flesh, the Babe, the son of Mar y. 1. GREENSLEEVES Text: Traditional English Carol Adapt. William C. Dix Music: English melody, 16th c. poco for an gels sing: me, for you: 1. 2.Why 48

8 So bring Him in cense, gold, myrrh: come peas ant, king, to own Him; the King of kings sal va tion brings, let lov ing hearts enthrone Him. Raise, raise the song on high, the vir gin sings her lul la by: joy, joy for Christ is born, the Babe, the son of Mar y. 49

9 21 5 As with Gladness Men of Old 1. As with 2. As with 3. As they glad ness joy of ful fered men steps gifts of they most old sped rare poco = 96 did to at EPIPHANY the that that guid low man ing ly ger star man rude DIX Text: William Chatterton Dix Music: Conrad Kocher be ger hold; bed, bare, 9 with joy they hailed its light, lead ing on ward, beam ing bright, to bend the knee be fore Him Whom heaven earth a dore, may we with ho ly joy, pure free from sin s al loy, as there so 13 so, most gra cious Lord, may we ev er more be led to Thee. so, may we with will ing feet ev er seek Thy mer cy seat. our cost liest treas ures bring, Christ, to Thee, our heaven ly King. 50

10 17 molto Prayerfully 4. Ho ly Je sus, ev ery day keep us in the nar row way; molto Prayerfully 22 when earth ly things are past, bring our ran somed souls at last crescendo 26 where they need no star to guide, where no clouds Thy glo ry hide. 51

11 = 54 LENT What Wondrous Love Is This poco 1. What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul, (2.) I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down, (3.) God to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing, what wondrous love is when I was sinking to God to the this, O my soul! What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of down, sinking down; When I was sinking down be neath God s righteous Lamb, I will sing! To God to the Lamb, Who is the great I bliss to bear the dread ful curse for my soul, for my soul, frown, Christ laid a side His crown for my soul, for my soul, AM, while mil lions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing, 1.2. WONDROUS LOVE Text Tune: American folk hymn to Christ while bear the dread ful curse for my soul! laid a side His crown for my soul! mil lions join the theme I will When 3. To 52

12 29 3. Più mosso sing! 4. And when from death I m free, I ll sing on, I ll sing on, 3. Più mosso 36 when from death I m free, I ll sing on; when from death I m free, I ll N/C 42 sing joy ful be, through e ter ni ty I ll sing on, I ll sing 47 on, through e ter ni ty I ll sing on! 53

13 23 = 72 O Sacred Head, Now Wounded LENT PASSION CHORALE Text: Bernard of Clairvaux Tr. James W. Alexer Music: Hans Leo Hassler Arr. Johann Sebastian Bach 5 1. O (2.) sa cred Head, Thou, my Lord, now hast wound suf ed, with fered was grief for shame sin weighed down, ners gain: now mine, scornful ly sur round mine was the trans gres ed with sion, but thorns, Thine on Thine the ly deadly crown, pain. O Lo, sa cred Head, what glo here I f, my Sav ry, what ior! Tis bliss I till now was Thine! deserve Thy place; Yet, look though de spised on me with gor Thy fa y, I joy vor, vouch safe to to c Thee mine. 2. What me Thy

14 22 2. grace What lan guage sh I bor row to thank Thee, dearest 28 Friend, for this, Thy dy ing sor row, Thy pit y with out end? O make me Thine for ev er; should I faint ing be, Lord, let me nev er, nev er out live my love to Thee. 55

15 = 88 LENT When I Survey the Wondrous Cross HAMBURG Text: Isaac Watts Music: Lowell Mason 1. When I sur vey the won drous poco cross on which the Prince of glo ry died, my rich est gain I count but loss, pour con tempt on my pride. 2. For 3. See from bid His it Lord, that I should boast, save head, His hs, His feet, sor death love of flow Christ min my gled God: down: did the vain things e er such love that charm sor me row most, meet, row in the 56

16 Andante I or sac thorns ri fice com pose them so Andante to rich His a blood crown? Were the whole realm of na ture mine, that were a 50 pres ent far too sm; love so a maz ing, so di 56 poco r. vine, poco r. de ms my soul, my life, my. 57

17 Man of 2. Bear ing Stately ( = 80) ru ined sin sealed my par sor rows! what shame scof ners don to with LENT Helujah! What a Savior a fing name rude, for in the my Son place of God, con demned Who He came stood, re claim! Hal le lu jah! what a Sav ior! His blood: 3. Guil ty, vile, help less, we; spot less Lamb of God was He; full a tone ment, can it be? He lu jah! what a Sav ior! HALLELUJAH! WHAT A SAVIOR Text Music: Philip P. Bliss arg. 58

18 22 27 Slowing ( = 75) 4. Lift ed up was He to die, It is fin ished, was His cry; Slowing ( = 75) now in heaven ex alt ed high: Hal le lu jah! what a Sav ior! poco poco 32 Majesticy When He comes our glo rious King, His ran somed home to bring, Majesticy then a new this song we ll sing: Hal le lu jah! What a Sav ior! 59

19 26 = 66 LENT How Deep the Father s Love for Us Text Music: Stuart Townend 5 1. How deep the Father s love for 2. Be hold the Man up on the us, cross, how my vast beyond meas ure, sin up on His shoul ders. that A 9 He should shamed, I givehis on ly hearmy mocking Son voice to make c out a wretch His treas among the scof ure. fers. How It great was the pain of sear ing loss. my sin that held Him there The un Father til it turns Hisface away as wounds which mar the Cho senone bring man ysonsto glo was ac com plished; His dy ing breath has brought me life. I know that it is fin 1. ry. Copyright 1995 Thankyou Music (PRS) (adm. worldwide at CapitolCMG.com excluding Europe which is adm. by Kingswaysongs.) All Rights Reserved. Used by permission. 60

20 ished. 3. I will not boast in an y thing: no gifts, no pow r, no wis dom. But I will boast in Je sus Christ; His death resurrec tion. Why should I gain from His re ward? I can not give an an swer. But this I know with my heart: His wounds have paid my ran poco som. His wounds have paid my ran som. poco 61

21 27 = 100 LENT Lift High the Cross CRUCIFER Text: George W. Kitchin, rev. Michael R. Newbolt Music: Sydney H. Nicholson Lift 14 3rd 4th time to CODA 5th time to DOUBLE CODA 1974 Hope Publishing Company, Carol Stream, IL All rights reserved. Used by permission. molto high the cross, the love of Christ pro claim till the world a dore His sa cred name. 1. Come, Chris 2. All new where of our Savior the Cruci trod, fied our bear King on vic their to rious, Christ, the Son brows the seal of Him tians, born fol ser low vants of God. who died. 62