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.