Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Worship Christ....O Come Let Us Adore Him

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. 

For He is our childhood's pattern; 
Day by day, like us, He grew;
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles, like us He knew;
And He cares when we are sad,
And he shares when we are glad. 

And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle,
Is our Lord in heaven above: 
And He leads His children on, 
To the place where He is gone.
Joy to the world! the Lord is come; Let earth receive her King; 
Let ev'ry 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.

Thou didst leave Thy throne and thy kingly crown when Thou camest to earth 
for me; But in Bethlehem's home was there found no room for thy holy nativity. 
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus, there is room in my heart for Thee.

O come, let us adore Him, o come, let us adore Him, o come, let us adore Him,
 Christ, the Lord. 

I heard the bells on Christmas day their old familiar carols play, and wild and sweet 
the words repeat of peace on earth, goodwill to men. 
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
 the wrong shall fail, the right prevail, with peace on earth, good will to men:"

Come and worship, come and worship, worship Christ, the newborn King.



    Marion and family


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