St Joseph’s “Jingle Mingle” 2021

 Away in a Manger

A-way in a manger, no crib for a bed,

The little Lord Jesus, laid down his sweet head;

The stars in the sky, looked down where he lay,

The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the poor baby wakes,

But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes,

I love thee lord Jesus, look down from the sky,

And stay by my cradle, till morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay,

Close by me forever, and love me, I pray;

Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,

And take us to heaven, to live with Thee there.

 Joy to the World

Joy to the world, the Lord is come

Let earth receive her King

Let every heart, prepare Him room

And heav’n and nature sing, And heav’n and nature sing

And heav’n and heav’n and nature sing

Joy to the world, the Savior reigns

Let men their songs employ

While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains

Repeat the sounding joy, repeat the sounding joy

Repeat, repeat the sounding joy

He rules the world with truth and grace

And makes the nations prove

The glories of His righteousness

And wonders of His love, And wonders of His love

And wonders, wonders of His love

 Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

1.      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 angelic hosts proclaim, “Christ is born in Bethlehem!”

Hark! The herald angels   sing, “Glory    to the newborn King.”

2.      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 God-head see, Hail th’ incarnate Deity!

Pleased as man with us to dwell, Jesus    our Emmanual.

Hark! The herald angels sing, “Glory      to the newborn King.”

3.      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 we no more may die,

Born to raise us from the earth, Born to give us second birth.

Hark! The herald angels sing, “Glory    to the newborn King.”