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Mikha 5:2

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Mikha 5:2

• [Mi 5:2] Earth Has Many A Noble City

  Earth has many a noble city; Bethlehem, thou dost all excel; Out of thee the Lord from Heaven Came to rule His Israel. Fairer than the sun at morning Was the star that told His birth, To the world its God announcing Seen in fleshly form on earth. Eastern sages at His cradle Make oblations rich and rare; See them give, in deep devotion, Gold and frankincense and myrrh. Sacred gifts of mystic meaning: Incense doth their God disclose, Gold the King of kings proclaimeth, Myrrh His sepulcher foreshows. Jesu, whom the Gentiles worshipped At Thy glad Epiphany, Unto Thee, with God the Father And the Spirit, glory be.

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• [Mi 5:2] God’s Dear Son Without Beginning

  God’s dear Son without beginning Whom the Jews of old did scorn, The Only Wise without all sinning On this blessèd day was born; To save us all from sin and thrall, When we in Satan’s chains were bound, And shed His blood to do us good, With many a purple bleeding wound. Bethlehem, King David’s city, Was His birthplace, as we find, Who God and man endued with pity Was the Savior of mankind; Yet Jewry land with cruel hand, Both first and last His power envied; When He was born, they did Him scorn, And showed Him malice when He died. Princely palace for our Savior In Judea was not found, But blessèd Mary’s meek behavior Patiently upon the ground Her Babe did place in vile disgrace, Where oxen in their stalls did feed; No midwife mild had this sweet Child No woman’s help at mother’s need. Kingly robes nor golden treasure Decked the birthday of God’s Son; No pompous train at all took pleasure To this King of kings to run; No mantle brave could Jesus have Upon His cradle for to lie; Nor music’s charms in nurse’s arms To sing the Babe a lullaby. Yet as Mary sat in solace By our Savior’s first beginning, The host of angels from God’s palace Sounded sweet from Heaven singing; Yea, Heav’n and earth for Jesus’ birth, With sweet melodious tunes abound, And everything for Jewry’s King, Upon the earth gave cheerful sound. Now to Him that hath redeemed us By His death on Holy Rood, And though poor sinners so esteemed us, That He bought us with His blood, Yield lasting fame, that still the Name Of Jesus may be honored here; And let us say that Christmas Day Is still the best day of the year.

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• [Mi 5:2] He Is Born

  Refrain He is born, the holy Child, Play the oboe and bagpipes merrily! He is born, the holy Child, Sing we all of the Savior mild. Through long ages of the past, Prophets have foretold His coming; Through long ages of the past, Now the time has come at last! Refrain O how lovely, O how pure Is this perfect Child of heaven; O how lovely, O how pure Gracious gift to humankind! Refrain Jesus, Lord of all the world, Coming as a Child among us, Jesus, Lord of all the world, Grant to us Thy heavenly peace. Refrain

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• [Mi 5:2] How Great Our Joy

  While by the sheep we watched at night, Glad tidings brought an angel bright. Refrain How great our joy! Great our joy! Joy, joy, joy! Joy, joy, joy! Praise we the Lord in heaven on high! Praise we the Lord in heaven on high! There shall be born, so He did say, In Bethlehem a Child today. Refrain There shall the Child lie in a stall, This Child who shall redeem us all. Refrain This gift of God we’ll cherish well, That ever joy our hearts shall fill. Refrain

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• [Mi 5:2] I May Not Go Tonight To Bethlehem

  I may not go tonight to Bethlehem, Nor follow star-directed ways, nor tread The paths wherein the shepherds walked, that led To Christ, and peace, and God’s good will to men. I may not hear the herald angel’s song Peal through the oriental skies, nor see The wonder of that Heavenly company Announce the King the world had waited long. The manger throne I may not kneel before, Or see how man to God is reconciled, Through pure St. Mary’s purer, holier Child; The human Christ these eyes may not adore. I may not carry frankincense and myrrh With adoration to the Holy One; Nor gold have I to give the Perfect Son, To be with those wise kings a worshipper. Not mine the joy that Heaven sent to them, For ages since Time swung and locked his gates, But I may kneel without—the star still waits To guide me on to holy Bethlehem.

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• [Mi 5:2] O Little Town Of Bethlehem

  O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by. Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight. For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love. O morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth, And praises sing to God the King, and peace to men on earth! How silently, how silently, the wondrous Gift is giv’n; So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His Heav’n. No ear may hear His coming, but in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive Him still, the dear Christ enters in. Where children pure and happy pray to the blessèd Child, Where misery cries out to Thee, Son of the mother mild; Where charity stands watching and faith holds wide the door, The dark night wakes, the glory breaks, and Christmas comes once more. O holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us, we pray; Cast out our sin, and enter in, be born in us today. We hear the Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell; O come to us, abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel!

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• [Mi 5:2] Once In Bethlehem Of Judah

  Once in Bethlehem of Judah, Far away across the sea, There was laid a little Baby On a virgin mother’s knee. Refrain O Savior, gentle Savior, Hear Thy loving children sing, The God of our salvation, The Child that is a King. It was not a stately palace Where that little Baby lay, With His servants to attend Him, And with guards to keep the way. Refrain But the oxen stood around Him, In a stable low and dim; In the world He had created There was not a room for Him. Refrain For He left His Father’s glory, And the golden halls above, And He took our human nature, In the greatness of His love. Refrain Of His infinite compassion, He can feel our want and woe; For He suffered, He was tempted, When He lived our life below. Refrain Still His childhood’s bright example Gives a light to our poor homes; From the blood of His atoning Still our hope of pardon comes. Refrain Still He stands and pleads in Heaven, For us, weak and sin-defiled; God, who is a man for ever, Jesus, who was once a child. Refrain

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• [Mi 5:2] To Us A Child Of Royal Birth

  To us a Child of royal birth, Heir of the promises, is given; The Invisible appears on earth, The Son of Man, the God of Heaven. A Savior born, in love supreme He comes our fallen souls to raise; He comes His people to redeem With all His plenitude of grace. The Christ, by raptured seers foretold, Filled with the eternal Spirit’s power, Prophet, and Priest, and King behold, And Lord of all the worlds adore. The Lord of hosts, the God most high, Who quits His throne on earth to live, With joy we welcome from the sky, With faith into our hearts receive.

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Mikha 6:8

• [Mi 6:8] O Master, Let Me Walk With Thee

  O Master, let me walk with Thee, In lowly paths of service free; Tell me Thy secret; help me bear The strain of toil, the fret of care. Help me the slow of heart to move By some clear, winning word of love; Teach me the wayward feet to stay, And guide them in the homeward way. O Master, let me walk with Thee, Before the taunting Pharisee; Help me to bear the sting of spite, The hate of men who hide Thy light. The sore distrust of souls sincere Who cannot read Thy judgments clear, The dullness of the multitude, Who dimly guess that Thou art good. Teach me Thy patience; still with Thee In closer, dearer, company, In work that keeps faith sweet and strong, In trust that triumphs over wrong. In hope that sends a shining ray Far down the future’s broadening way, In peace that only Thou canst give, With Thee, O Master, let me live.

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Mikha 7:19

• [Mi 7:19] Why Does Your Face, Ye Humble Souls

  Why does your face, ye humble souls, Those mournful colors wear? What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair? What though your numerous sins exceed The stars that fill the skies, And aiming at th’eternal throne, Like pointed mountains rise: What though your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation swell, And has its cursed foundations laid Low as the deeps of hell: See here an endless ocean flows Of never-failing grace; Behold a dying Savior’s veins The sacred flood increase. It rises high, and drowns the hills, Has neither shore nor bound: Now, if we search to find our sins, Our sins can ne’er be found. Awake, our hearts, adore the grace That buries all our faults; And pard’ning blood, that swells above Our follies and our thoughts.

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  source: Cyberhymnal