Carol No.1
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!

God of God,
Light of Light,
Lo! He abhors not
the Virgin's womb;
Very God,
Begotten, not created:

     O come, let us adore Him,
     O come, let us adore Him,
     O come, let us adore Him,
     Christ the Lord!

Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens
of heaven above;
Glory to God
In the highest:

     O come, let us adore Him,
     O come, let us adore Him,
     O come, let us adore Him,
     Christ the Lord!

Yea, Lord we greet thee,
Born this happy morning;
Jesu, to thee be glory given;
Word of the Father,
Now in flesh appearing

     O come, let us adore Him,
     O come, let us adore Him,
     O come, let us adore Him,
     Christ the Lord!

Carol No.2
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 bright 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 You, Lord Jesus!
Look down from the sky
And stay by my side
until morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus:
I ask You to stay
Close by me forever
and love me, I pray;
Bless all the dear children
in Your tender care,
And fit us for heaven
to live with You there.

Carol No.3
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 wondering love.
O morning stars, together
proclaim the holy birth,
and praises sing to God the King,
and peace to all 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.

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 Immanuel.

Carol No.4
See amid the
winter's snow

See amid the winter's snow
Born for us on earth below
See the tender Lamb appears
Promised from eternal years
Hail, thou ever blessed morn
Hail, redemption's happy dawn
Sing through all Jerusalem
Christ is born in Bethlehem

Lo, within a manger lies
He who built the starry skies;
He who, throned in height sublime,
Sits among the cherubim.
Hail thou ever blessed morn
Hail, redemption's happy dawn
Sing through all Jerusalem
Christ is born in Bethlehem

Say, ye holy shepherds, say
What your joyful news today
Wherefore have ye left your sheep
On the lonely mountain steep?
Hail, thou ever blessed morn
Hail, redemption's happy dawn
Sing through all Jerusalem
Christ is born in Bethlehem

"As we watched at dead of night,
Lo, we saw a wondrous light:
Angels singing 'Peace On Earth'
Told us of the Saviour's birth."
Hail thou ever blessed morn
Hail, redemption's happy dawn
Sing through all Jerusalem
Christ is born in Bethlehem

Sacred infant, all divine
What a tender love was thine
Thus to come from highest bliss
Down to such a world as this
Hail, thou ever blessed morn
Hail, redemption's happy dawn
Sing through all Jerusalem
Christ is born in Bethlehem

Teach, O teach us, Holy Child,
By Thy face so meek and mild,
Teach us to resemble Thee,
In Thy sweet humility.
Hail, thou ever blessed morn
Hail, redemption's happy dawn
Sing through all Jerusalem
Christ is born in Bethlehem

Carol No.5
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
     Christ, the new-born King:
     come and worship,
     worship Christ,
     the new-born King.

Shepherds, in the field abiding,
watching o'er your flocks by night,
God with man is now residing,
yonder shines the infant Light:

     Come and worship
     Christ, the new-born King:
     come and worship,
     worship Christ,
     the new-born King.

Sages, leave your contemplations;
brighter visions beam afar:
seek the great Desire of Nations;
ye have seen his natal star:

     Come and worship
     Christ, the new-born King:
     come and worship,
     worship Christ,
     the new-born King.

Though an infant now we view him,
he shall share his Father's throne,
gather all the nations to him;
every knee shall then bow down:

     Come and worship
     Christ, the new-born King:
     come and worship,
     worship Christ,
     the new-born King.

Carol No.6
Once in royal
David's city

Once in royal David's city,
stood a lowly cattle shed
where a mother laid her baby,
in a manger for His bed,
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little child.

He came down
   to earth from heaven,
who is God and Lord of all;
and His shelter was a stable,
and His cradle was a stall:
with the poor and mean and lowly
lived on earth our Saviour holy.

And through all His
  wondrous childhood
He would honour and obey,
love, and watch the lowly mother,
in whose gentle arms he lay:
Christian children all should be,
Kind, obedient, good as He.

Not in that poor lowly stable,
with the oxen standing by,
we shall see Him, but in heaven,
set at God's right hand on high;
there His children gather round,
bright like stars, with glory crowned.

Carol No.7
The first nowell

The first nowell the angel did say
was to Bethlehem's shepherds
  in fields as they lay;
in fields where they lay
  keeping their sheep
on a cold winter's night
  that was so deep:

Nowell, nowell,
nowell, nowell,
born is the king of Israel!

Then wise men from a country far
looked up and saw a guiding star;
they travelled on by night and day
to reach the place where Jesus lay:

Nowell, nowell,
nowell, nowell,
born is the king of Israel!

At Bethlehem they entered in,
on bended knee
  they worshipped him,
and offered there in his presence
their gold and myrrh
  and frankincense:

Nowell, nowell,
nowell, nowell,
born is the king of Israel!

Then let us all with one accord
sing praises to our heavenly Lord;
for Christ has our salvation wrought
and with his blood
  mankind has bought:

Nowell, nowell,
nowell, nowell,
born is the king of Israel!

Carol No.8
While shepherds watched
their flocks by night

While shepherds
  watched their flocks by night,
all seated on the ground,
the angel of the Lord came down
and glory shone around.

'To you in David's town this day
is born of David's line,
a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be the sign:

The heavenly babe
  you there shall find
to human view displayed,
all meanly wrapped
  in swaddling bands,
and in a manger laid'

'All glory be to God on high,
and to the earth be peace;
goodwill henceforth
  from heaven to men
begin and never cease!'

Carol No.9
Silent night, Holy night

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 quail 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.

Carol No.10
It came upon
the midnight clear

1 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.

2 Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains,
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.

3 Yet with the woes of sin and strife,
The world has suffered long
Beneath the angels' strain has rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love song that they bring
Oh, hush the noise, ye men of strife
and hear the angels sing!

4 For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendours fling,
And the whole world send back the song
which now the angels sing.

United Methodist Hymnal, 1989

Carol No.11
The Holly and the Ivy

The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown:

     The rising of the sun
     And the running of the deer,
     The playing of the merry organ,
     Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a blossom,
As white as the lily flower,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To be our sweet Saviour,

     The rising of the sun
     And the running of the deer,
     The playing of the merry organ,
     Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a berry,
As red as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
To do poor sinners good:

     The rising of the sun
     And the running of the deer,
     The playing of the merry organ,
     Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a bark,
As bitter as any gall,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us all:

     The rising of the sun
     And the running of the deer,
     The playing of the merry organ,
     Sweet singing in the choir.

Carol No.12
Hark the
Herald Angels sing

Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
Christ is born in Bethlehem!

     Hark the herald angels sing
     Glory to the new-born King!

Christ by highest heav'n adored,
Christ the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a Virgin's womb!
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see!
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Pleased as man with man to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel.

     Hark the herald angels sing
     Glory to the new-born King!

Hail the heav'n-born
     Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.

     Hark the herald angels sing
     Glory to the new-born King!