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• [Luk 2:7] Ah, Dearest Jesus

  Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child, Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled Within my heart, that it may be A quiet chamber kept for Thee. My heart for very joy doth leap, My lips no more can silence keep; I, too, must sing with joyful tongue That sweetest ancient cradle song. Glory to God in highest Heaven, Who unto man His Son hath given; While angels sing with tender mirth, A glad new year to all the earth.

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• [Luk 2:7] Away In A Manger

  Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head. The stars in the sky looked 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 cradle till 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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• [Luk 2:7] Babe In Bethlem’s Manger, The

  The Babe in Bethlem’s manger laid, In humble form so low, By wond’ring angels is surveyed, Thro’ all His scenes of woe. Refrain Nowell, Nowell— O sing a Savior’s birth: All hail His coming down to earth, Who raises us to Heav’n. A Savior! sinners all around Sing, shout the wondrous word; Let every bosom hail the sound, A Savior! Christ the Lord. Refrain For not to sit on David’s throne With worldly pomp and joy, He came for sinners to atone, And Satan to destroy. Refrain To preach the word of life divine, To give the living bread, To heal the sick with hand benign, And raise to life the dead. Refrain He preached, He suffered, bled and died, Uplift ’twixt earth and skies; In sinners’ stead was crucified, For sin a sacrifice. Refrain Well may we sing the Savior’s birth, Who need the grace so giv’n, And hail His coming down to earth, Who raises us to Heav’n. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:7] Child In The Manger

  Child in the manger, Infant of Mary, Outcast and Stranger, Lord of all, Child Who inherits all our transgressions, All our demerits on Him fall. Once the most holy Child of salvation Gently and lowly lived below. Now as our glorious mighty Redeemer, See Him victorious o’er each foe. Prophets foretold Him, Infant of wonder; Angels behold Him on His throne. Worthy our Savior of all our praises; Happy forever are His own.

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• [Luk 2:7] Come Rejoicing, Praises Voicing

  Come rejoicing, praises voicing, Christmas Day is breaking; Now th’Eternal, Lord supernal, Human form is taking. On the hay—lo, behold Virgin’s Son, as foretold, Lies the precious Infant in the wintry cold, Lies the precious Infant in the wintry cold. Unabated for Him waited Many generations; Him now proudly angels loudly Praise the Hope of nations. Let us, then, gladly sing, Let our songs gaily ring, As we to this holy Child our praises bring, As we to this holy Child our praises bring. Tender Flower, Mighty Tower, Jesus Christ, our Savior; Heav’nly Treasure, without measure, Thee we love forever. Lord and King without end, Our poor hearts now befriend, All Thy gifts of grace and goodness to us send, All Thy gifts of grace and goodness to us send.

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• [Luk 2:7] Cradled In A Manger, Meanly

  Cradled in a manger, meanly, Laid the Son of Man His head; Sleeping His first earthly slumber Where the oxen had been fed. Happy were those shepherds listening To the holy angel’s word; Happy they within that stable Worshipping their infant Lord. Happy all who hear the message Of His coming from above; Happier still who hail His coming, And with praises greet His love. Blessèd Savior, Christ most holy, In a manger Thou didst rest; Canst Thou stoop again, yet lower, And abide within my breast? Evil things are there before Thee; In the heart, where they have fed, Wilt Thou pitifully enter, Son of Man, and lay Thy head? Enter, then, O Christ most holy; Make a Christmas in my heart; Make a heaven of my manger: It is heaven where Thou art. And to those who never listened To the message of Thy birth, Who have winter, but no Christmas Bringing them Thy peace on earth, Send to these the joyful tidings; By all people, in each home, Be there heard the Christmas anthem; Praise to God, the Christ has come!

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• [Luk 2:7] Dear Little One

  Dear little One! how sweet Thou art, Thine eyes so bright they shine, So bright they almost seem to speak When Mary’s looks meet Thine. How faint and feeble is Thy cry, Like plaint of harmless dove, When Thou dost murmur in Thy sleep Of sorrow and of love. When Mary bids Thee sleep Thou sleep’st, Thou wakest when she calls; Thou art content upon her lap, Or in the rugged stalls. Simplest of Babes! with what a grace, Thou dost Thy mother’s will, Thine infant fashions all betray The Godhead’s hidden skill. When Joseph takes Thee in his arms, And smoothes Thy little cheek, Thou lookest up into his face So helpless and so meek. Yes! Thou art what Thou seem’st to be, A thing of smiles and tears; Yet Thou art God, and Heav’n and earth Adore Thee with their fears.

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• [Luk 2:7] Dear Little Stranger

  Low in a manger, dear little Stranger, Jesus, the wonderful Savior, was born. There was none to receive Him, none to believe Him, None but the angels were watching that morn. Refrain Dear little Stranger, slept in a manger, No downy pillow under His head; But with the poor He slumbered secure, The dear little Babe in His bed. Angels descending, over Him bending, Chanted a tender and silent refrain; Then a wonderful story told of His glory, Unto the shepherds on Bethlehem’s plain. Refrain Dear little Stranger, born in a manger, Maker and Monarch, and Savior of all; I will love You forever! Grieve You? No, never! You did for me make Your bed in a stall. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:7] Dost Thou In A Manger Lie?

  Dost Thou in a manger lie, who hast all created, Stretching infant hands on high, Savior, long awaited? If a monarch, where Thy state? Where Thy court on Thee to wait? Royal purple where? Here no regal pomp we see; Naught but need and penury; why thus cradled here? “Pitying love for fallen man brought Me down thus low… For a race deep lost in sin, came I into woe… By this lowly birth of Mine, sinner riches shall be thine, Matchless gifts and free; willingly this yoke I take, And this sacrifice I make, heaping joys for thee.” Fervent praise would I to Thee evermore be raising; For Thy wondrous love to me Thee be ever praising. Glory, glory be forever unto that most bounteous Giver, And that loving Lord! Better witness to Thy worth, Purer praise than ours on earth, angels’ songs afford.

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• [Luk 2:7] Gentle Mary Laid Her Child

  Gentle Mary laid her Child lowly in a manger; There He lay, the undefiled, to the world a Stranger: Such a Babe in such a place, can He be the Savior? Ask the saved of all the race who have found His favor. Angels sang about His birth; wise men sought and found Him; Heaven’s star shone brightly forth, glory all around Him: Shepherds saw the wondrous sight, heard the angels singing; All the plains were lit that night, all the hills were ringing. Gentle Mary laid her Child lowly in a manger; He is still the undefiled, but no more a stranger: Son of God, of humble birth, beautiful the story; Praise His Name in all the earth, hail the King of glory!

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• [Luk 2:7] Give Heed, My Heart

  Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes! What is it in that manger lies? Who is the Child so young and fair? The blessèd Christ Child lieth there. My heart for very joy doth leap, My lips no more can silence keep; I, too, must sing, with joyful tongue, That sweetest, dearest cradle song. Glory to God in highest Heav’n, Who unto man His Son has giv’n, While angels sing, our hearts to cheer, To all the earth a glad new year!

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• [Luk 2:7] Glad Christmas Bells

  Glad Christmas bells, your music tells The sweet and pleasant story; How came to earth, in lowly birth, The Lord of life and glory. No palace hall its ceiling tall His kingly head spread over, There only stood a stable rude The heavenly Babe to cover. No raiment gay, as there He lay, Adorned the infant Stranger; Poor, humble Child of mother mild, She laid Him in a manger. But from afar, a splendid star The wise men westward turning; The livelong night saw pure and bright, Above His birth place burning.

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• [Luk 2:7] Hush, My Dear

  Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed, Heav’nly blessings without number, Gently falling on thy head. How much better thou’rt attended, Than the Son of God could be, When from Heaven He descended, And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle, Coarse and hard thy Savior lay: When His birthplace was a stable, And His softest bed was hay. Oh, to tell the wondrous story, How His foes abused their King; How they killed the Lord of glory, Makes me angry while I sing. Hush, my child, I did not chide thee, Though my song may seem so hard; ’Tis thy mother sits beside thee, And her arms shall be thy guard. May’st thou learn to know and fear Him, Love and serve Him all thy days; Then to dwell forever near Him, Tell His love and sing His praise.

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• [Luk 2:7] In A Lowly Manger Sleeping

  In a lowly manger sleeping, Calm and still a Babe we see, ’Tis the Holy Child of promise, Light of all the world is He. Holy angels sing His welcome In the realms of glory bright, While the morning stars around Him Fall in soft and tender light. Blessèd Savior, dear Redeemer, King of Judah, Prince of Peace, Rock of Ages, Star of nations, Thy dominion ne’er shall cease.
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• [Luk 2:7] In The Bleak Midwinter

  In the bleak midwinter, 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 midwinter, 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 midwinter a stable place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day, Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom angels fall before, The ox and ass and camel which adore. Angels and archangels may have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air; But His mother only, 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.

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• [Luk 2:7] Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

  Infant holy, Infant lowly, for His bed a cattle stall; Oxen lowing, little knowing, Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Swift are winging angels singing, noels ringing, tidings bringing: Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping vigil till the morning new Saw the glory, heard the story, tidings of a Gospel true. Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow, praises voicing, greet the morrow: Christ the Babe was born for you.

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• [Luk 2:7] Infant Lay Within A Shed, An

  An Infant lay within a shed, Where ox and ass were tied and fed; Hard by there stood a maiden mild; ’Twas Mary, mother to the child. Refrain My God, my Lord, Jesus, ’Twas He was cradled thus. With voices sweet in awe to Him There sung a choir of seraphim, “Praise, worship, glory,” loud they cry, “To God whose kingdom fills the sky.” The herds, when they thereof heard say, Anon with gladness went their way To Bethlem; when they found Him there, That noble Child, full fain they were. Refrain A bright star at the self-same tide Was by the three good kings espied: Afar from eastern land they fare; A goodly present each doth bear. Refrain Before yon Babe, of high degree, They kneel and pray on bended knee, Presenting gifts with reverence, Of gold, and myrrh, and frankincense. Refrain Then Herod King, in mood unmild, Assayed to slay the royal Child; Fell many a babe at his command, But Christ was safe in Egypt-land. Refrain When thirty years were fully past This Infant, He was crossed at last, Was dead, and buried tomb within, That man eternal life might win. Refrain But, on the third day, nothing else, He rose again, as Gospel tells: Ascended to His Father-land, There sitteth He at God’s right hand. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:7] Listen, Lordings, Unto Me

  Listen, Lordings, unto me, a tale I will you tell; Which, as on this night of glee, in David’s town befel. Joseph came from Nazareth, with Mary that sweet maid: Weary they were, nigh to death; and for a lodging prayed. Refrain Sing high, sing high, sing low, sing low. Sing high, sing low, sing to and fro, Go tell it out with speed, Cry out and shout all round about, That Christ is born indeed. In the inn they found no room; a scanty bed they made: Soon a Babe from Mary’s womb was in the manger laid. Forth He came as light through glass: He came to save us all. In the stable ox and ass before their Maker fall. Refrain Shepherds lay afield that night, to keep the silly sheep, Hosts of angels in their sight came down from Heav’n’s high steep. Tidings! Tidings! unto you: to you a Child is born, Purer than the drops of dew, and brighter than the morn. Refrain Onward then the angels sped, the shepherds onward went, God was in His manger bed, in worship low they bent. In the morning see ye mind, my masters one and all, At the altar Him to find, who lay within the stall. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:7] Manger-babe, The

  There’s a manger-Babe in a far off land, But it holds the world in its infant hand; Just a manger-Babe in its humble bed, But a matchless crown is upon its head. Refrain O manger-Babe, Thy lowly rest More royal is than princely bed; Best of earth’s diadems would be Only as dross on Thy kingly head. Just a manger-Babe, but it is the worth Of the Father’s love to the sons of earth; ’Tis a King that sleeps in the lowly stall, ’Tis the King of kings! ’tis the Lord of all. Refrain ’Tis the manger-Babe, ’tis the manger-King, Unto Him all hail! unto Him we sing; O the glad and joyful hosannas swell, For the manger-King is Immanuel! Refrain

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• [Luk 2:7] No Room In The Inn

  No beautiful chamber, no soft cradle bed, No place but a manger, nowhere for His head; No praises of gladness, no thought of their sin, No glory but sadness, no room in the inn. Refrain No room, no room, for Jesus, O give Him welcome free, Lest you should hear at Heaven’s gate, “There is no room for thee.” No sweet consecration, no seeking His part, No humiliation, no place in the heart; No thought of the Savior, no sorrow for sin, No prayer for His favor, no room in the inn. Refrain No one to receive Him, no welcome while here, No balm to relieve Him, no staff but a spear; No seeking His treasure, no weeping for sin, No doing His pleasure, no room in the inn. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:7] O Child Of Lowly Manger Birth

  O Child of lowly manger birth On whose low cry the ages wait, Lead us Thy way, and every day Guide us to see what made Thee great. O Jesus, youth of Nazareth, Preparing for the bitter strife, Wilt Thou impart to every heart Thy perfect purity of life? O Christ whose words make dear the fields And hillsides green of Galilee, Grant us to find, with reverent mind, The truth Thou saidst should make us free. O suffering Lord on Calvary, Whom love led on to mortal pain, We know Thy cross is not a loss If we Thy love shall truly gain. O Master of abundant life From natal morn to victory’s hour, We look to Thee, heed Thou our plea, Teach us to share Thy ageless power.

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• [Luk 2:7] O Jesus Christ, Thy Manger Is

  O Jesus Christ, Thy manger is My paradise at which my soul reclineth. For there, O Lord, doth lie the Word Made flesh for us; herein Thy grace forthshineth. He Whom the sea and wind obey Doth come to serve the sinner in great meekness. Thou, God’s own Son, with us art one, Dost join us and our children in our weakness. Thy light and grace our guilt efface, Thy heavenly riches all our loss retrieving. Immanuel, Thy birth doth quell The power of hell and Satan’s bold deceiving. Thou Christian heart, whoe’er thou art, Be of good cheer and let no sorrow move thee! For God’s own Child, in mercy mild, Joins thee to Him—how greatly God must love thee! Remember thou what glory now The Lord prepared thee for all earthly sadness. The angel host can never boast Of greater glory, greater bliss or gladness. The world may hold her wealth and gold; But thou, my heart, keep Christ as thy true Treasure. To Him hold fast until at last A crown be thine and honor in full measure.

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• [Luk 2:7] Ring Out The Bells For Christmas

  Ring out the bells for Christmas, The happy, happy day; In winter wild, the holy Child Within the cradle lay. O wonderful! the Savior Is in the manger lone; His palace is a stable, And Mary’s arms His throne. Refrain Ring out the bells for Christmas, The merry, merry Christmas, Ring out the bells for Christmas, The happy, happy day. On Beth’lem’s quiet hillside, In ages long gone by, In angel notes the glory floats, “Glory to God on high.” Yet wakes the sun as joyous As when the Lord was born, And still He comes to greet you On ev’ry Christmas morn. Refrain Where’er His sweet lambs gather, Within this gentle fold The Savior dear is waiting near, As in the days of old. In each young heart you see Him, In ev’ry guileless face, You see the holy Jesus, Who grew in truth and grace. Refrain In many a darksome cottage, In many a crowded street, In winter bleak, with shiv’ring cheek, The homeless child you meet. Gaze upon the pale, wan features, The feet with wand’ring sore. You see the souls He loveth, The Christ Child at the door. Refrain Then sing your gladsome carols, And hail the newborn Sun; For Christmas light is passing bright, It smiles on everyone; And feast Christ’s little children, His poor, his orphans call, For He Who chose the manger, He loveth one and all. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:7] Sleep! Holy Babe

  Sleep! Holy Babe! upon Thy mother’s breast; Great Lord of earth and sea and sky, How sweet it is to see Thee lie In such a place of rest, In such a place of rest. Sleep! Holy Babe! Thine angels watch around, All bending low with folded wings, Before th’incarnate King of kings, In reverent awe profound. In reverent awe profound. Sleep! Holy Babe! while I with Mary gaze In joy upon that face awhile, Upon the loving infant smile Which there divinely plays. Which there divinely plays. Sleep! Holy Babe! ah! take Thy brief repose; Too quickly will Thy slumbers break, And Thou to lengthened pains awake That death alone shall close, That death alone shall close.

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• [Luk 2:7] Sleep, Little Baby

  Sleep, little Baby, sleep, O sleep, Mother dear sang. Tenderly rest, Child, sleep in peace, Her soft voice rang. Sleep, heav’nly Child, tenderly sleep, Lord God art Thou. Heaven and earth in praises join, Praise to Thee now. Lowly in manger camest Thou, Us to redeem. Shepherds revered Thee, worshipped Thee, Holiest scene. Heavenly star shone on Thee bright, Radiant Lord. Peoples of earth are drawn to Thee, Hence evermore. Angels be silent, sleep, O Child, Peace may here reign. Bow before Him, ye nations all, In glad refrain. God sent His Son to set us free, Peace to accord. Let us then praise and honor Him, Jesus our Lord.

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• [Luk 2:7] Snow Lay On Ground, The

  The snow lay on the ground, The stars shone bright, When Christ our Lord was born On Christmas night. Venite adoremus Dominum; Venite adoremus Dominum. Refrain Venite adoremus Dominum; Venite adoremus Dominum; Venite adoremus Dominum; Venite adoremus Dominum; ’Twas Mary, daughter pure Of holy Anne, That brought into this world The God made man. She laid Him in a stall At Bethlehem; The ass and oxen shared The roof with them. Refrain Saint Joseph, too, was by To tend the Child; To guard him, and protect His mother mild; The angels hovered round, And sung this song, Venite adoremus Dominum. Refrain And thus that manger poor Became a throne; For He Whom Mary bore Was God the Son. O come, then, let us join The heav’nly host, To praise the Father, Son, And Holy Ghost. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:7] Tale Of The Olden Time, A

  I’ll tell you a tale of the olden time, While the yule log burns bright, and the church bells chime. Gloria in excelsis Deo. There sate a fair princess in joy on her throne, And there in her arms her Infant was shown: Gloria in excelsis, Gloria in excelsis Gloria in excelsis Deo. The beasts of the meadows bowed down their head All under the moonlight so softly shed. Gloria in excelsis Deo. They worshipped the King of Creation there In the arms of the mother so passing fair. Gloria in excelsis, Gloria in excelsis Gloria in excelsis Deo. O who are these masters of ancient mould? O these are the shepherds, the lords of the fold; Gloria in excelsis Deo. They have heard from the sky of the birth of their King, They have heard all the sky with the harmony ring. Gloria in excelsis, Gloria in excelsis Gloria in excelsis Deo. The kings of the east in number three, All worship the Monarch of high degree; Gloria in excelsis Deo. Their tribute they offer, their heads they bow, And clearer and clearer is echoing now, Gloria in excelsis, Gloria in excelsis Gloria in excelsis Deo. For all the zenith is blazing with light, And musical voices enrapture the night: Gloria in excelsis Deo. O this is the carol of peace and goodwill From the voices celestial, the zenith that fill; Gloria in excelsis, Gloria in excelsis Gloria in excelsis Deo.

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• [Luk 2:7] There Came A Little Child To Earth

  There came a little Child to earth Long ago; And the angels of God proclaimed His birth, High and low. Out on the night, so calm and still, Their song was heard; For they knew that the Child on Bethlehem’s hill Was Christ the Lord. Far away in the goodly land Fair and bright; Children with crowns of glory stand, Robed in white. They sing, the Lord of Heaven so fair, A Child was born; And that they might His crown of glory share, Wore crown of thorn. In mortal weakness, want and pain, He came to die, That the children of earth might in glory reign With Him on high. And evermore in robes so fair And undefiled, Those ransomed children His praise declare, Who was a Child.

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• [Luk 2:7] There’s A Song In The Air

  There’s a song in the air! There’s a star in the sky! There’s a mother’s deep prayer and a baby’s low cry! And the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing, For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King! There’s a tumult of joy o’er the wonderful birth, For the virgin’s sweet Boy is the Lord of the earth. Ay! the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing, For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King! In the light of that star lie the ages impearled; And that song from afar has swept over the world. Every hearth is aflame, and the beautiful sing In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King! We rejoice in the light, and we echo the song That comes down through the night from the heavenly throng. Ay! we shout to the lovely evangel they bring, And we greet in His cradle our Savior and King!

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• [Luk 2:7] This Endris Night

  This endris night1 I saw a sight A star as bright as day; And ever among a maiden sung, “Lullay, by by, lullay.” This lovely lady sat and sung, And to her Child did say: “My Son, my Brother, Father, dear, Why liest Thou thus in hay?” “My sweetest bird, thus ’tis required, Though Thou be King veray2; But nevertheless I will not cease To sing, By by, lullay.” The Child then spake in His talking, And to his mother said: “Yea, I am known as Heaven-King, In crib though I be laid. “For angels bright down to Me light3: Thou knowest ’tis no nay4: And for that sight thou may’st delight To sing, By by, lullay.” “Now, sweet Son, since Thou art a king, Why art Thou laid in stall? Why dost not order thy bedding In some great kingès hall? “Methinks5 ’tis right that king or knight Should lie in good array: And then among, it were no wrong To sing, By by, lullay.” “Mary mother, I am thy Child, Though I be laid in stall; For lords and dukes shall worship Me, And so shall kingès all. “Ye shall well see that kingès three Shall come on this twelfth day. For this behest give Me thy breast And sing, By by, lullay.” “Now tell, sweet Son, I Thee do pray, Thou art my Love and Dear— How should I keep Thee to Thy pay6, And make Thee glad of cheer? “For all Thy will I would fulfill— Thou knowest well, in fay7; And for all this I will Thee kiss, And sing, By by, lullay.” “My dear mother, when time it be, Take thou Me up on loft, And set Me then upon thy knee, And handle me full soft. “And in thy arm thou hold Me warm, And keep Me night and day, And if I weep, and may not sleep, Thou sing, By by, lullay.” “Now sweet Son, since it is come so, That all is at Thy will, I pray Thee grant to me a boon8, If it be right and skill9,— “That child or man, who will or can Be merry on my day, To bliss Thou bring—and I shall sing, Lullay, by by, lullay.”

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• [Luk 2:7] To Thee My Heart I Offer

  To Thee my heart I offer, O Christ-child sweet and dear, Upon Thy love relying; Oh, be Thou ever near! Take Thou my heart and give me Thine And let it be forever mine, O Jesus, holy, undefiled, My Savior meek and mild. My heart within is glowing, O Christ-child sweet and dear; I love Thee, Lord and Savior, Oh, be Thou ever near! I see Thee in a manger laid, Near cattle resting unafraid; I see Thy deep humility And lowly bow to Thee. What brought Thee to the manger, O Christ-child sweet and dear? Thy love for me, a stranger— Oh, be Thou ever near! O Lord, how great is this Thy love That reaches down from Heav’n above, Thy love for us, by sin defiled, That made Thee, God, a child! With all my heart and being, O Christ-child sweet and dear, I love Thee, and Thee only; Oh, be Thou ever near! My heart I in Thy manger lay; Let it remain there and for aye Draw it to Thee that it may be Secure eternally. Let me be Thine forever, O Christ-child sweet and dear; Uphold me with Thy mercy, And be Thou ever near. From Thee I gladly all receive, And what is mine to Thee I give, My heart, my soul, and all I own. Let these be Thine alone.

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• [Luk 2:7] ’twas In The Winter Cold

  ’Twas in the winter cold, when earth Was desolate and wild, That angels welcomed at His birth The everlasting Child. From realms of ever bright’ning day, And from His throne above He came with humankind to stay, All lowliness and love. Then in the manger the poor beast Was present with his Lord; Then swains and pilgrims from the East Saw, wondered, and adored. And I this morn would come with them This blessèd sight to see, And to the Babe of Bethlehem Bend low the reverent knee. But I have not, it makes me sigh, One offering in my power; ’Tis winter all with me, and I Have neither fruit nor flower. O God, O Brother, let me me give My worthless self to Thee; And that the years which I may live May pure and spotless be. Grant me Thyself, O Savior kind, The Spirit undefiled, That I may be in heart and mind As gentle as a child; That I may tread life’s arduous ways As Thou Thyself hast trod, And in the might of prayer and praise Keep ever close to God. Light of the everlasting morn, Deep through my spirit shine; There let Thy presence newly born Make all my being Thine: There try me as the silver, try, And cleanse my soul with care, Till Thou art able to descry Thy faultless image there.

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• [Luk 2:7] Virgin Pure, Both Meek And Mild, A

  A virgin pure, both meek and mild In Bethlehem brought forth her Child, In Bethlehem brought forth her Child; Our nature first on Him to take, And then, as Christ, our peace to make, Our nature first on Him to take, And then, as Christ, our peace to make. Consider what the spotless Lamb Did undergo for sinful man, Did undergo for sinful man, Nailed to the cross to pain and die, While wicked spies stood gazing by! Nailed to the cross to pain and die, While wicked spies stood gazing by! Who can express the joy and love That God sent down from Heaven above That God sent down from Heaven above From Satan’s power redeeming all, When we were lost by Adam’s fall? From Satan’s power redeeming all, When we were lost by Adam’s fall? Then let us praise the God of Heaven, Who unto us His Son hath giv’n, Who unto us His Son hath giv’n, Hath sent Him down with us to dwell Our Jesus our Emmanuel, Hath sent Him down with us to dwell Our Jesus our Emmanuel.

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• [Luk 2:7] Virgin Stills The Crying, The

  The virgin stills the crying Of Jesus, sleepless lying; And singing for His pleasure, Thus calls upon her Treasure, Refrain “My Darling, do not weep, My Jesu, sleep!” O Lamb, my love inviting, O Star, my soul delighting, O Flower of mine own bearing, O Jewel past comparing! Refrain My Child, of Might indwelling, My Sweet, all sweets excelling, Of bliss the Fountain flowing, The Dayspring ever glowing, Refrain My Joy, my Exultation, My spirit’s Consolation; My Son, my Spouse, my Brother, O listen to Thy mother! Refrain Say, would’st Thou heav’nly sweetness, Or love of answering meetness? Or is fit music wanting? Ho! Angels, raise your chanting! Refrain

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• [Luk 2:7] When Christmas Morn Is Dawning

  When Christmas morn is dawning In faith I would repair Unto the lowly manger; My Savior lieth there, Unto the lowly manger; My Savior lieth there. How kind, O loving Savior, To come from Heav’n above; From sin and evil save us, And keep us in Thy love, From sin and evil save us, And keep us in Thy love. We need Thee, blessèd Jesus, Our dearest friend Thou art; Forbid that we by sinning Should grieve Thy loving heart, Forbid that we by sinning Should grieve Thy loving heart,

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• [Luk 2:7] When Joseph Went With Mary

  When Joseph went with Mary To David’s royal town, With travelling were they weary, Yet lodging not they found; They searched the city over, At every inn did call; “No room,” they heard, and time again, So stayed in oxen’s stall. No palace fit for royal birth, No purple robes disclose; The King of Glory, come from Heav’n, A lowly manger chose; Our Savior and Redeemer, In swaddling clothes entwined, The Babe whose life would be the price To rescue lost mankind. While shepherds flocks were watching, And sleeping in the field, Announcement of Immanuel’s birth Was suddenly revealed; A sun-bright shining angel, Said, “Fear not, I am here To bring glad tidings of great joy,” But shepherds shook with fear. “Shake off your fears and listen— Lo, you have cause to sing! Here in the town of David Tonight is born a King; For God so loved the world that He sent His only Son; Who places faith in Him alone Eternal life has won.” While shepherds wondered at the news Then glorious hosts appear, Proclaiming, “Glory, peace on earth, The Savior now is near; No longer be a stranger, He waits for you this night; Go see the Prince in manger straw In royal stable bright.” They hastened unto Bethlehem, With eagerness did go, They found the Child in swaddling clothes, Amazed that it was so; Like them, do not reject Him, Nor spurn that gracious call, From One who came to earth for us, The price to pay for all.

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Lukas 12:37

• [Luk 12:37] How Are Thy Servants Blest, O Lord!

  How are Thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defense! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know Thou art not slow to her, Nor impotent to save. The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to Thy will, The sea, that roars at Thy command, At Thy command is still. From all our griefs and fears, O Lord, Thy mercy sets us free; While in the confidence of prayer Our hearts take hold on Thee. In midst of dangers, fears and death, Thy goodness we adore; We praise Thee for Thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more Our life, while Thou preservest life, A sacrifice shall be; And death, when death shall be our lot, Shall join our souls to Thee.

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• [Luk 12:37] Ye Servants Of The Lord

  Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly Word, And watchful at His gate. Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame, Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name. Watch: ’tis your Lord’s command, And while we speak He’s near; Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear. O happy servant he, In such a posture found! He shall His Lord with rapture see, And be with honor crowned. Christ shall the banquet spread With His own royal hand, And raise that faithful servant’s head Amid the angelic band.

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Lukas 15:6

• [Luk 15:6] ’twas A Glad Day When Jesus Found Me

  I was lost in sin when Jesus found me, But He rescued me, all glory to His Name! And the cords of worldly pleasure bound me, Till He saved me from sin and shame. Refrain ’Twas a glad day when Jesus found me, When His strong arms were thrown around me; When my sins He buried in the deepest sea, And my soul He filled with joy and victory. ’Twas a glad day, O hallelujah! ’Twas a glad day He claimed His own. I will shout a glad hosanna in glory When I see Him upon His throne. O the bells of heaven now are ringing, For I hear their tones within my ransomed soul; And my heart is filled with joyful singing Since the Savior has made me whole. Refrain O the joy when we shall meet in glory, In the mansions of my Father’s home above; And through endless ages tell the story Of the Savior’s redeeming love. Refrain

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Lukas 21:4

• [Luk 21:4] Father, Bless The Gifts We Bring Thee

  Father, bless the gifts we bring Thee; Give them something kind to do; May they help someone to love Thee: Father, may we love Thee, too.
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Lukas 22:19

• [Luk 22:19] According To Thy Gracious Word

  According to Thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember Thee. Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from Heaven shall be; The testamental cup I take, And thus remember Thee. Gethsemane can I forget? Or there Thy conflict see, Thine agony, and bloody sweat, And not remember Thee? When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must remember Thee; Remember Thee, and all Thy pains And all Thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember Thee. And when these failing lips grow dumb And mind and memory flee, When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, Jesus, remember me.

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• [Luk 22:19] Because Thou Hast Said

  Because Thou hast said, “Do this for My sake,” The mystical bread we gladly partake; We thirst for the Spirit that flows from above, And long to inherit Thy fullness of love. ’Tis here we look up and grasp at Thy mind, ’Tis here that we hope Thine image to find; The means of bestowing Thy gifts we embrace; But all things are owing to Jesus’ grace.
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• [Luk 22:19] Do This; Remember Me!

  Our Lord and His disciples at table were as one, And Jesus thought of the morrow, His work here nearly done. With one last night together, they knew not what would be, But Jesus had one final word: “Do This; Remember Me!” Thanksgiving to the Father, an ancient feast made new. Christ said, “This is My body, My body giv’n for you.” The holy bread was broken and shared with Jesus’ plea That His words not be forgotten: “Do This; Remember Me!” He took the cup of blessing, the blood of Jesus shed That all might know forgiveness, received when Jesus bled. Salvation now available to all on bended knee Who repent and follow His command: “Do This; Remember Me!” Yes, Christ’s command continues to all who serve His Name To go and make disciples, that all would sing His fame. And gathered at one table His holy church shall see Our Master is still calling: “Do This; Remember Me!”

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• [Luk 22:19] For The Bread, Which Thou Hast Broken

  For the bread, which Thou hast broken; For the wine, which Thou hast poured; For the words, which Thou hast spoken— Now we give Thee thanks, O Lord. By this pledge that Thou dost love us, By Thy gift of peace restored, By Thy call to Heaven above us, Hallow all our lives, O Lord. With our sainted ones in glory, Seated at our Father’s board, May the Church that waiteth for Thee Keep love’s tie unbroken, Lord. In Thy service, Lord, defend us, In our hearts keep watch and ward; In the world where Thou dost send us Let Thy kingdom come, O Lord.

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• [Luk 22:19] How Happy Are Thy Servants, Lord

  How happy are Thy servants, Lord, Who thus remember Thee! What tongue can tell our sweet accord, Our perfect harmony? Who Thy mysterious supper share, Here at Thy table fed, Many, and yet but one we are, One undivided bread. One with the living bread divine Which now by faith we eat, Our hearts and minds and spirits join, And all in Jesus meet. So dear the tie where souls agree In Jesus’ dying love! Then only can it closer be, When all are joined above.

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• [Luk 22:19] If Human Kindness Meets Return

  If human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie; If tender thoughts within us burn To feel a friend is nigh; O shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe To Him Who died, our fears to quell, Our more than orphan’s woe! While yet His anguished soul surveyed Those pangs he would not flee, What love His latest words displayed, “Meet and remember me!” Remember Thee! Thy death, Thy shame Our sinful hearts to share! O memory, leave no other name But His recorded there.

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• [Luk 22:19] Jesus, Master, Hear Me Now

  Jesus, Master, hear me now, While I would renew my vow, And record Thy dying love; Hear, and help me from above. Feed me, Savior, with this bread, Broken in Thy body’s stead; Cheer my spirit with this wine, Streaming like that blood of Thine. And as now I eat and drink, Let me truly, sweetly think, Thou didst hang upon the tree, Broken, bleeding, there—for me.
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• [Luk 22:19] Now The Silence

  Now the silence, now the peace, Now the empty hands uplifted; Now the kneeling, now the plea, Now the Father’s arms in welcome; Now the hearing, now the power, Now the vessel brimmed for pouring; Now the body, now the blood, Now the joyful celebration; Now the wedding, now the songs, Now the heart forgiven, leaping; Now the Spirit’s visitation, Now the Son’s epiphany; Now the Father’s blessing, Now, now, now.

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• [Luk 22:19] Sing, My Tongue, The Savior’s Glory

  Sing, my tongue, the Savior’s glory, Of His flesh the mystery sing, Of the blood, all price exceeding, Shed by our immortal King, Destined, for the world’s redemption, From a noble womb to spring. Of a pure and spotless virgin, Born for us, His love to show, He, as man, with man conversing, Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow; Then He closed in wondrous fashion, This His life on earth below. On the night of that Last Supper, Seated with His chosen band, He, the paschal victim eating, First fulfills the law’s command; Then as food to all His brethren Gives Himself with His own hand. Christ, the Word made Flesh, by speaking, Earthly bread to flesh He turns; Wine becomes His blood so precious— Unconceived in human terms! Hearts sincere perceive this marvel; Faith its lessons quickly learns. Down in adoration falling, This great sacrament we hail; Over ancient forms of worship Newer rites of grace prevail; Faith tells us that Christ is present When our human senses fail. To the everlasting Father, And the Son Who made us free, And the Spirit, God proceeding, From them each eternally, Be salvation, honor, blessing, Might and endless majesty.

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• [Luk 22:19] Sweet Feast Of Love Divine

  Sweet feast of love divine! ’Tis grace that makes us free To feed upon this bread and wine, In memory, Lord, of Thee. Here every welcome guest Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn The secrets of Thy Father’s breast, And all Thy grace discern. Here conscience ends its strife, And faith delights to prove The sweetness of the bread of life, The fullness of Thy love. Thy blood that flowed for sin, In symbol here we see, And feel the blessèd pledge within, That we are loved of Thee. But if this glimpse of love Is so divinely sweet, What will it be, O Lord, above, Thy gladdening smile to meet— To see Thee face to face, Thy perfect likeness wear, And all Thy ways of wondrous grace Through endless years declare!

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