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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
Mpimpa kiese, mpima longo
Mvulusi me kwisa
Kuwa ba wanjo kele ku yimba
Aleluia, Mfumu ya beto
Yesu Klisto me kwisa
Klisto imene kwisa
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
Silent night, Holy night
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O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear
Rejoice, Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel!
O come, Thou
Dayspring, come and cheer
Thy people with Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight
Rejoice, Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel!
O come, Thou rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny
From depths of hell
Thy people save
And give them victory o'ver the grave
Rejoice, Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel!
Rejoice, Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel
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Hail, hail to the newborn
King Let our voices sing
Him our praises
Hail, hail to the guiding Light
That brought us tonight to our Savior
Halle, hallelujah
Halle, hallelujah
Halle, hallelujah
Halle, hallelujah
Come now, let it shine so bright
To the knowing Light of the stable
Kneel close to the Child so dear
Cast aside your fear and be thankful
Hail, hail to the newborn
King Let our voices sing
Him our praises
Hail, hail to the guiding Light
That brought us tonight to our Savior
Come now, let it shine so bright
To the knowing Light of the stable
Kneel close to the Child so dear
Cast aside your fear and be thankful
Hail, hail to the newborn
King Let our voices sing
Him our praises
Hail, hail to the guiding Light
That brought us tonight to our Savior
Come now, let it shine so bright
To the knowing Light of the stable
Kneel close to the Child so dear
Cast aside your fear and be thankful
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Once upon a Christmas,
Far away in Bethlehem.
Mary, being great with child,
Had no place to lie down
So Joseph found a stablein which Mary had her child.
Once upon a Christmas,was the birth of Jesus Christ.
Once upon a Christmas,
in a manger far away,
a King was born, his palacewas a manger filled with hay
His royal robes were swaddling cloths,
a halo was His crown.
Once upon a Christmas,away in Bethlehem.
And all the world rejoiced because the King was born, at last.
A Savior had been promised,now it had come to pass.
And the joyful news that He was bornspread quickly far and wide,
Once upon a Christmas,was the birth of Jesus Christ.
And all the world rejoiced becausethe King was born, at last.
A Savior had been promised,now it had come to pass.
And the joyful news that He was bornspread quickly far and wide,
Once upon a Christmas,was the birth of Jesus Christ.
Once upon a Christmas,
from the Far East, wise men came,
with gold, and myrrh, and frankinsence,
to praise the newborn King.
Shepherds left their flocks and came
to see and worship Him.
Once upon a Christmas,
away in Bethlehem
And all the world rejoiced because
the King was born, at last.
A Savior had been promised,
now it had come to pass.
And the joyful news that He was born
spread quickly far and wide,
Once upon a Christmas,
was the birth of Jesus Christ.
Once upon a Christmas,
far away in Bethlehem
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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
The Babe, the Son of Mary
Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding
Good Christian, fear for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, Haste to bring him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary
So bring incense, gold, and myrrh
Come peasant, come king to own Him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him
Raise, raise, the song on high
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, Joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary
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W/M: Nicol Smith, Todd Smith, and Angela Smith
Every breath of air
Was a silent prayer
I was longing for Your face
And I wondered why
All the years went by
Without a single trace
Anticipating, Lord, we've been waiting
Just watching the days come and go
But now we know
Joy and the angels sang
There was joy
Let the whole world know this
Joy, our King has finally come
Joy, here is the promised One
Set the captives free
Tell the broken reed
Hope has been restored
And the one who cries
For a wandering child
Her tears are not ignored
Father in heaven,
You gave us reason to see past the pain of today
We celebrate
Chorus
Unending hope for all time
When the King of the ages arrived
Chorus
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Noel, Noel Yesu me kwisa ku zinga ti beto
Noel, noel Yesu me kwisa ku zinga ti beto
Kana nge zola ku zaba mwana
Nge fwiti kwisa ku fukama
Kana nge zola ku zaba mwana
Nge fwiti kwisa ku fukama
[English Translation:]
Noel, Noel Jesus has come to live with us
Noel, Noel Jesus has come to live with us
If you want to know the Child
You have to come kneel
If you want to know the Child
You have to come kneel
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O Holy night! The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior's birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt it’s worth
a thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices!
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine
O night, when Christ was born
O night divine
O night,
O night divine
Truly He taught us to
Love one another
His law is Love and
His gospel is peace
Chains shall
He break,
For the slave is our brother
And in His name, all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus, raise we
Let all within us praise
His Holy Name Christ is the Lord!
O praise His Name
Forever His Power and Glory evermore proclaim
His Power and Glory evermore proclaim
Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine
O night when Christ was born
O night divine,
O night divine
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A child was born on Christmas Day
Born to save the world
But long before the world began
He knew His death was sure
The pain and strife secured
Mystery, how He came
To be a man
But greater still
How His death was in
His plan God predestined that
His Son would die
And He still created man
Oh, what love is this
That His death was in His hands
The Christmas trees
They glow so bright
With presents all around
But Christmas brought
A tree of life
With blood that sacrificed
The greatest gift in life
Mystery, how He came
To be a man
But greater still
How His death was in His plan
God predestined that His Son would die
And He still created man
Oh, what love is this
That His death was in His hands
I am just a man and
Can't begin to comprehend
When You look into this traitor's eyes
What do You see that justifies the Lamb
God predestined that His
Son would die
And He still created man
Oh, what love is this
That His death was in His plan
Mystery, mystery
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There's a Rose in Bethlehem
With a beauty quite divine
Perfect in this world of sin
On this silent holy night
There's a fragrance much like hope
That it sends upon the wind
Reaching out to every soul
From a lowly manger's crib
Oh, Rose of Bethlehem
How lovely, pure, and sweet
Born to glorify the Father
Born to wear the thorns for me
There's a Rose in Bethlehem
Colored red like mercy's blood
Tis the flower of our faith
Tis the blossom of God's love
Though its bloom is fresh with youth
Surely what will be He knows
For a tear of morning dew
Is rolling down the Rose
Oh, Rose of Bethlehem
How lovely, pure, and sweet
Born to glorify the Father
Born to wear the thorns for me
There's a Rose in Bethlehem
With a beauty quite divine
Perfect in this world of sin
On this silent holy night
Oh, Rose of Bethlehem
How lovely, pure, and sweet
Born to glorify the Father
Born to wear the thorns for me
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