Christmas String Heaven Lyrics

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1 Christmas String Heaven Lyrics 1. O Come, all ye Faithful J.F. Wade ( ), arr. Kings Productions 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! Chorus: O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord! Child for us sinners, poor and in the manger Fain we embrace thee, with awe and love; Who would not love thee, loving us so dearly Chorus: Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation, Sing, all ye citizens, of heaven above! Glory to God, in the highest! Chorus: 2. Ding dong merrily on high 16 th Century French melody, arr. Kings Productions Ding dong merrily on high In heav'n the bells are ringing: Ding dong! verily the sky Is riv'n with angel singing. Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis! E'en so here below, below, Let steeple bells be swungen, And "Io, io, io!" By priest and people sungen. Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis! Pray you, dutifully prime Your matin chime, ye ringers; May you beautifully rime Your evetime song, ye singers. Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis!

2 3. O Little Town James Horsfall Copyright 2009 Kings Productions 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. 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 in us today. We hear the Christmas angels The great glad tidings tell; O come to us, abide with us, Our Lord Emmanuel!

3 4. The Little Drummer Boy Katherine K. Davis, Henry V. Onorati and Harry Simeone International Korwin Corp. and EMI Mills Music, Inc. (ASCAP) All rights administered by Warner/Chappell Music Ltd Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, So to honour Him, pa rum pum pum pum, When we come. Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum, On my drum? Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum Me and my drum. 5. Pastoral Instrumental

4 6. In the Bleak Midwinter Harold Darke, arr. Gerard Le Feuvre Copyright 2009 Stainer and Bell Text: Christina G. Rossetti, In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When He comes to reign: In the bleak mid-winter A stable-place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. Enough for Him, whom cherubim Worship night and day, A breastful of milk And a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom angels Fall down before, The ox and ass and camel Which adore. Angels and archangels May have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim Thronged the air, But only His mother In her maiden bliss, Worshipped the Beloved With a kiss. What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb, If I were a wise man I would do my part, Yet what I can I give Him, Give my heart.

5 7. O Little Town of Bethlehem Traditional English melody, arr. Kings Productions 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. 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 in us today. We hear the Christmas angels The great glad tidings tell; O come to us, abide with us, Our Lord Emmanuel!

6 8. Away in a manger English tune W.J. Kirkpatrick; American tune James R. Murray Improvised arrangement, Kings Productions Public domain Away in a manger, No crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus Laid down His sweet head The stars in the bright sky Looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus Asleep on the hay The cattle are lowing The Baby wakes 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 take us to heaven To live with Thee there

7 9. Welcome to our world Chris Rice Copyright 1995 Clumsy Fly Music Tears are falling, hearts are breaking How we need to hear from God You've been promised, we've been waiting Welcome Holy Child Welcome Holy Child Hope that you don't mind our manger How I wish we would have known But long-awaited Holy Stranger Make Yourself at home Please make Yourself at home Bring Your peace into our violence Bid our hungry souls be filled Word now breaking Heaven's silence Welcome to our world Welcome to our world Fragile finger sent to heal us Tender brow prepared for thorn Tiny heart whose blood will save us Unto us is born Unto us is born So wrap our injured flesh around You Breathe our air and walk our sod Rob our sin and make us holy Perfect Son of God Perfect Son of God Welcome to our world 10. Isn t He Beautiful John Wimber Copyright 1980 Mercy/Vineyard Isn't He, beautiful Beautiful, isn't He Prince of Peace, Son of God Isn't He Isn't He, Wonderful Wonderful, Isn't He Counsellor, Almighty God Isn't He, isn't He, isn't He

8 11. Silent Night Franz Xaver Gruber ( , Silent Night Song) Public domain Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace Silent night, holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight Glories stream from heaven afar Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia! Christ, the Saviour is born Christ, the Saviour is born Silent night, holy night Son of God, love's pure light Radiant beams from Thy holy face With the dawn of redeeming grace Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth

9 12. Thorns in the Straw Graham Kendrick Copyright 1994 Make Way Music, Since the day the angel came It seemed that everything had changed The only certain thing Was the child that moved within On the road that would not end Winding down to Bethlehem So far away from home Just a blanket on the floor Of a vacant cattle-stall But there the child was born She held him in her arms And as she laid him down to sleep She wondered - will it always be So bitter and so sweet And did she see there In the straw by his head a thorn And did she smell myrrh In the air on that starry night And did she hear angels sing Not so far away Till at last the sun rose blood-red In the morning sky Then the words of ancient seers Tumbled down the centuries... A virgin shall conceive... God with us... Prince of Peace Man of Sorrows - strangest name Oh Joseph there it comes again So bitter yet so sweet And as she watched him through the years Her joy was mingled with her tears And she'd feel it all again The glory, and the shame And when the miracles began She wondered, who is this man And where will this all end 'Til against a darkening sky The son she loved was lifted high And with his dying breath She heard him say 'Father forgive' And to the criminal beside "Today-with me in Paradise" So bitter yet so sweet