Worship Songs

NOVEMber 27, 2022

Come Thou Fount

Come thou Fount of every blessing
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount––I’m fixed upon it––
mount of God’s unchanging love!

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
hither by thy help I’m come
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
interposed his precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor,
daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace now like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.

Words: Robert Robinson, 1758; Music: American folk tune, Arr. Matthew S. Smith; © 2006 Detuned Radio Music; CCLI License #11029770

O Little Town of Bethlehem

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.

For Christ is born of Mary
and gathered all above;
While mortals sleep the angels keep
their watch of wond’ring love;
O morning stars together
proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God, the King,
and peace to men on earth!

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;
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!
O come to us––abide with us;
our Lord, Emmanuel!

Words: Phillips Brooks, 1868; Music: Lewis Henry Redner, 1868; Arr. Will Milks; PD; CCLI License #11029770

Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence

Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand.
Ponder nothing earthly minded,
For with blessing in his hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth;
Our full homage to demand!

King of kings, yet born of Mary;
As of old on earth he stood.
Lord of lords, in human vesture;
In the body and the blood.
He will give to all the faithful
His own self for heav’nly food.

At his feet the six winged seraph––
Cherubim with sleepless eye––
Veil their faces to the presence,
As with ceaseless voice they cry:
“Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Lord Most High!”

Rank on rank the host of heaven
Spreads its vanguard on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth
From the realms of endless day,
That the pow’rs of hell may vanish!
As the darkness clears away!

Words/Music: Gerard Moultrie, 1864; PD; Arr. Red Mountain Music; CCLI License #11029770

Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus

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.
Israel’s strength and consolation,
hope of all the earth thou art,
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

Joy to those who long to see thee,
Dayspring from on high, appear;
Come, thou promised Rod of Jesse;
of thy birth we long to hear!
O’er the hills the angels singing news,
glad tidings of a birth:
“Go to him, your praises bringing;
Christ the Lord has come to earth!”

Come to earth to taste our sadness,
he whose glories knew no end;
By his life he brings us gladness,
our Redeemer, Shepherd, Friend.
Leaving riches without number,
born within a cattle stall;
This the everlasting wonder:
Christ was born the Lord of all!

Born thy people to deliver,
born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
now thy gracious Kingdom bring:
By thine own eternal Spirit
rule in all our hearts alone,
By thine all-sufficient merit
raise us to thy glorious throne.

Words: vv. 1, 4, Charles Wesley, 1744.; vv. 2-3, Mark E. Hunt, 1978; Music: Rowland Hugh Pritchard, 1830; CCLI License #11029770

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