1. Master, speak! Thy servant heareth,
   waiting for thy gracious word,
   longing for thy voice that cheereth;
   Master, let it now be heard.
   I am listening, Lord, for thee;
   what hast thou to say to me?

2. Speak to me by name, O Master,
   let me know it is to me;
   speak, that I may follow faster,
   with a step more firm and free,
   where the Shepherd leads the flock
   in the shadow of the rock.

3. Master, speak! Though least and lowest,
   let me not unheard depart;
   Master, speak! For O thou knowest
   all the yearning of my heart,
   knowest all its truest need;
   speak, and make me blest indeed.

4. Master, speak: and make me ready,
   when thy voice is truly heard,
   with obedience glad and steady
   still to follow every word.
   I am listening, Lord, for thee;
   Master, speak! O speak to me!

Frances Ridley Havergal (1836–1879)

1. Sing to the great Jehovah's praise;
   all praise to him belongs;
   who kindly lengthens out our days
   demands our choicest songs.

2. His providence has brought us through
   another various year;
   we all with vows and anthems new
   before our God appear.

3. Father, thy mercies past we own,
   thy still continued care;
   to thee presenting, through thy Son,
   whate'er we have or are.

4. Our lips and lives shall gladly show
   the wonders of thy love,
   while on in Jesus' steps we go
   to see thy face above.

5. Our residue of days or hours
   thine, wholly thine, shall be
   and all our consecrated powers
   a sacrifice to thee.

 Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

1. Best of all is God is with us,
   God will hold and never fail.
   Keep that truth when storms are raging,
   God remains though faith is frail.

2. Best of all is God is with us,
   life goes on and needs are met,
   God is strongest in our weakness.
   Love renews, will not forget.

3. Best of all is God is with us,
   hearts are challenged, strangely warmed,
   faith is deepened, courage strengthened,
   grace received and hope reformed.

4. Best of all is God is with us,
   in our joy and through our pain,
   till that final acclamation:
   ‘life is Christ, and death is gain’.

5. Best of all is God is with us
   as we scale eternal heights,
   love grows stronger, undiminished;
   earth grows dim by heaven's lights.

 Andrew Pratt (b. 1948)
 Based on John Wesley's final words.
     CCLI Streaming Licence 583214

1. We three kings of Orient are,
   bearing gifts we travel afar;
   field and fountain, moor and mountain,
   Following yonder star:

O Star of wonder, star of night,
star with royal beauty bright;
westward leading, still proceeding,
guide us to thy perfect light.

2. Born a King on Bethlehem plain,
   gold I bring to crown Him again:
   King for ever, ceasing never,
   over us all to reign.

3. Frankincense for Jesus have I,
   God on earth yet Priest on high;
   prayer and praising, all men raising:
   worship is earth's reply.

4. Myrrh is mine: its bitter perfume
   tells of His death and Calvary's gloom;
   sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
   sealed in a stone-cold tomb.

5. Glorious now, behold Him arise,
   King, and God, and sacrifice!
   Heaven sings out 'Alleluia',
   'Amen' the earth replies.

1. Hail to the Lord's Anointed,
   great David's greater Son!
   Hail, in the time appointed,
   his reign on earth begun!
   He comes to break oppression,
   to set the captive free,
   to take away transgression,
   and rule in equity.

2. He comes, with succour speedy,
   to those who suffer wrong;
   to help the poor and needy,
   and bid the weak be strong;
   to give them songs for sighing,
   their darkness turn to light,
   whose souls, condemned and dying,
   are precious in his sight.

3. He shall come down like showers
   upon the fruitful earth;
   love, joy, and hope, like flowers,
   spring in his path to birth;
   before him, on the mountains,
   shall peace the herald go;
   and righteousness, in fountains,
   from hill to valley flow.

4. Kings shall fall down before him,
   and gold and incense bring;
   all nations shall adore him,
   his praise all people sing;
   to him shall prayer unceasing
   and daily vows ascend,
   his kingdom still increasing,
   a kingdom without end.

5. O'er every foe victorious,
   he on his throne shall rest;
   from age to age more glorious,
   all-blessing and all-blest.
   The tide of time shall never
   his covenant remove;
   his name shall stand for ever,
   his changeless name of Love.

James Montgomery (1771–1854)
from Psalm 72

1. Angels, from the realms of glory,
   wing your flight o'er all the earth;
   you 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.

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

3. Sages, leave your contemplations;
   brighter visions beam afar;
   seek the great Desire of nations;
   you have seen his natal star:

4. Saints before the altar bending,
   watching long in hope and fear,
   suddenly the Lord, descending,
   in his temple shall appear:

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

1. In the bleak midwinter
   frosty wind made moan,
   earth stood hard as iron,
   water like a stone;
   snow had fallen, snow on snow,
   snow on snow,
   in the bleak midwinter,
   long ago.

2. Heaven cannot hold him,
   nor the earth sustain;
   heav’n and earth shall flee away
   when he comes to reign.
   In the bleak midwinter
   a stable-place sufficed
   God, the Lord Almighty,
   Jesus Christ.

3. Angels and archangels
   may have gathered there,
   cherubim and seraphim
   throngèd the air —
   but his mother only,
   in her maiden bliss,
   worshipped the Belovèd
   with a kiss.

4. What can I give him,
   poor as I am?
   If I were a shepherd
   I would bring a lamb;
   if I were a wise man
   I would do my part;
   yet what I can I give him —
   give my heart.

Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894)

1. 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!

2. God of God,
   Light of Light,
   lo, he abhors not the Virgin's womb;
   very God,
   begotten, not created:

5. Sing, choirs of angels,
   sing in exultation,
   sing, all ye citizens of heaven above:
   ‘Glory to God
   in the highest:

6. Yea, Lord, we greet thee,
   born this happy morning,
   Jesus, to thee be glory given:
   Word of the Father,
   now in flesh appearing:

Latin, 18th century, possibly by
John Francis Wade (c. 1711–1786)
and others

1. Let earth and heaven combine,
   angels and all agree,
   to praise in songs divine
   the incarnate Deity,
   our God contracted to a span,
   incomprehensibly made man.

2. He laid his glory by,
   he wrapped him in our clay;
   unmarked by human eye,
   the latent Godhead lay;
   infant of days he here became,
   and bore the mild Immanuel's name.

3. Unsearchable the love
   that has the Saviour brought;
   the grace is far above
   both earth’s and angels’ thought:
   suffice for us that God, we know,
   our God, is manifest below.

4. He deigns in flesh to appear,
   widest extremes to join;
   to bring our vileness near,
   and make us all divine:
   and we the life of God shall know,
   for God is manifest below.

5. Made perfect first in love,
   and sanctified by grace,
   we shall from earth remove,
   and see his glorious face:
   his love shall then be fully showed,
   and we shall all be lost in God.

Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

1. 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.

2. Christ, by highest heaven 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 men to dwell,
   Jesus, our Immanuel:

3. Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
   Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
   Light and life to all he brings,
   risen 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: