Carols

Angels From The Realms Of Glory 


Angels from the realms of glory

Wing your flight o'er all the earth

Ye who sang creation's story

Now proclaim Messiah's birth


Come and worship come and worship

Worship Christ the newborn King


Hark The Herald Angels Sing


Hark the herald angels sing

Glory to the newborn King

Peace on earth and mercy mild

God and sinners reconciled

Joyful all ye nations rise

Join the triumph of the skies

With th'angelic hosts proclaim

Christ is born in Bethlehem

Hark the herald angels sing

Glory to the newborn King


It Came Upon The Midnight Clear


It came upon the midnight clear

That glorious song of old

From angels bending near the earth

To touch their harps of gold

Peace on the earth good will to men

From heaven's all gracious King

The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear the angels sing


Joy To The World


Joy to the world the Lord is come

Let earth receive her King

Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room

And heaven and nature sing

And heaven and nature sing


O Come All Ye Faithful


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


O come let us adore Him

O come let us adore Him

O come let us adore Him

Christ the Lord


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


Silent Night


Silent night holy night

All is calm I’m singin’ all is bright

‘Round yon virgin mother and Child

Holy Infant so tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly peace

Oh sleep in heavenly peace


The First Noel


The first Noel the angel did say

Was to certain poor shepherds

in fields as they lay

In fields where they

lay keeping their sheep

On a cold winter's night

that was so deep


Noel Noel Noel Noel

Born is the King of Israel



What Child Is This

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