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 angelic hosts proclaim, “Christ is born in Bethlehem!” Hark! the herald angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King.” Christ, by highest heav’n adored, Christ, the everlasting lord Late in time behold Him come, Off-spring of a virgin’s womb Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail, the incarnate deity Pleased as man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel. Hark! the herald angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King!”
But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved. Ephesians 2:4,5
We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where our forerunner, Jesus, has entered on our behalf. He has become a high priest forever, in the order of Melchizedek. Hebrews 6:19,20
Almighty, infinite Father Faithfully loving Your own Here in our weakness You find us Falling before Your throne Oh, we're falling before Your throne
You are the One that we praise You are the One we adore You give the healing and grace, our hearts always hunger for Oh, our hearts always hunger for
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