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THE WEARY WORLD REJOICES TOUR LYRICS

Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence

Let all mortal flesh keep silence

and with fear and trembling stand;

ponder nothing earthly-minded,

for with blessing in his hand

Christ, our God, to earth descendeth

our full homage to demand.

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King of kings, yet born of Mary,

as of old on earth he stood,

Lord of lords in human vesture

in the body and the blood

he will give to all the faithful

his own self for heav’nly food.

 

Rank on rank the host of heaven

spreads its vanguard on the way

as the Light from Light, descendeth

from the realms of endless day,

That the pow’rs of hell may vanquish

as the darkness clears away.

 

At his feet the six-winged seraph,

cherubim with sleepless eye,

veil their faces to the presence

as with ceaseless voice they cry:

“Alleluia, alleluia!

Alleluia, Lord Most High!”

Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence

Gerard Moultrie (1864)
© Public Domain 
 

Is He Worthy

Do you feel the world is broken? (We do)

Do you feel the shadows deepen?(We do)

But do you know that all the dark won't

Stop the light from getting through? (We do)

Do you wish that you could see it all made new? (We do)

Is all creation groaning? (It is)

Is a new creation coming?(It is)

Is the glory of the Lord to be the light within our midst? (It is)

Is it good that we remind ourselves of this? (It is)

 

Is anyone worthy? Is anyone whole?

Is anyone able to break the seal and open the scroll?

The Lion of Judah who conquered the grave

He is David's root and the Lamb who died to ransom the slave

Is He worthy? Is He worthy?

Of all blessing and honor and glory

Is He worthy of this?

He is

 

Does the Father truly love us? (He does)

Does the Spirit move among us? (He does)

And does Jesus, our Messiah hold forever those He loves?(He does)

Does our God intend to dwell again with us? (He does)

 

Is anyone worthy?

Is anyone whole?

Is anyone able to break the seal and open the scroll?

The Lion of Judah who conquered the grave

He is David's root and the Lamb who died to ransom the slave

From every people and tribe

Every nation and tongue

He has made us a kingdom and priests to God

To reign with the Son

Is He worthy? Is He worthy?

Of all blessing and honor and glory

Is He worthy? Is He worthy?

Is He worthy of this?

He is! He is! He is! He is!

Is He worthy? Is He worthy?

He is! He is! He is!

Is He Worthy

Andrew Peterson / Ben Shive

© Junkbox Music, Capitol Cmg Genesis, Vamos Publishing

What Child Is This

What child is this who, laid to rest, 

on Mary's lap is sleeping? 

Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, 

while shepherds watch are keeping? 

This, this is Christ the King, 

whom shepherds guard and angels sing: 

haste, haste to bring him laud, 

the babe, the son of Mary. 

 

Why lies he in such mean estate, 

where ox and lamb are feeding? 

Good Christians, fear; for sinners here 

the silent Word is pleading. 

Nails, spear, shall pierce him through;

the cross be borne for me, for you:

hail, hail the Word made flesh,

the babe, the son of Mary.

 

So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh; 

come, peasant, king, to own him; 

the King of kings salvation brings, 

let loving hearts enthrone him. 

Raise, raise the song on high, 

the virgin sings her lullaby:

joy, joy for Christ is born,

the babe, the son of Mary.

What Child is This
W. Chatterton Dix
© Public Domain 

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 wond'ring love.

O morning stars, together

Proclaim the holy birth,

And praises sing to God the King,

And peace to all 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.

 

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 Immanuel!

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O Holy Night

God rest you merry, gentlemen,

let nothing you dismay;

remember Christ, our Savior

was born on Christmas Day

to save us all from Satan's pow'r

when we were gone astray.

 

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

 

In Bethlehem, in Israel 

The blessed babe was born

And laid within a manger

Upon this blessed morn

The which His mother Mary 

Did nothing take in scorn.

 

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

 

From God our heav'nly Father

this blessed angel came

and unto certain shepherds

brought tidings of the same,

how that in Bethlehem was born

the son of God by name.

 

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen


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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

God rest you merry, gentlemen,

let nothing you dismay;

remember Christ, our Savior

was born on Christmas Day

to save us all from Satan's pow'r

when we were gone astray.

 

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

 

In Bethlehem, in Israel 

The blessed babe was born

And laid within a manger

Upon this blessed morn

The which His mother Mary 

Did nothing take in scorn.

 

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

 

From God our heav'nly Father

this blessed angel came

and unto certain shepherds

brought tidings of the same,

how that in Bethlehem was born

the son of God by name.

 

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

Silent Night

Silent night, holy night!

All is calm, all is bright

round yon virgin mother and child.

Holy Infant, so tender and mild,

sleep in heavenly peace, 

sleep in heavenly peace.

 

Silent night, holy night!

Shepherds quake at the sight.

Glories stream from heaven afar,

heav’nly hosts sing, Alleluia!

Christ, the Savior, is born! 

Christ, the Savior, is born!

 

Silent night, holy night!

Son of God, love’s pure light

radiant beams from thy holy face

with the dawn of redeeming grace,

Jesus, Lord, at thy birth,

Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.

 

Silent night, holy night!

Wondrous star, lend thy light;

With the angels let us sing

Alleluja to our King:

Christ, the Savior, is born! 

Christ, the Savior, is born!

Silent Night

Joseph Mohr

© Public Domain

Are You Weary

Are you weary, Are you languid

Are you found distressed?

“Come to Me” says One, “and, coming

Be at Rest”

 

Are you weary, Heavy laden?

Lay Your burden, Find His Rest

 

Has He marks to lead me to Him

If He be  my Guide?

In His feet and hands are wound prints

And His side

Is there diadem, as Monarch,

That His brow adorns?

Yes, a crown was placed upon Him

But of thorns

 

Are you weary, Heavy laden?

Lay Your burden, Find His Rest

 

If I find Him, if I follow 

What have I to gain?

Many sorrows, many labors 

Many pains 

If I still hold closely to Him

What has He at last?

Sorrow vanquished, labor ended

Jordan passed

 

Are you weary, Heavy laden?

Lay Your burden, Find His Rest

 

Finding, following, keeping, struggling

Is He sure to bless?

Saints, Apostles, Prophets, Martyrs

Answer, Yes! 

Are You Weary
Kenny & Claire Hilliard, St. Stephen of Mar Sabas, John Neale
© Post Tenebras Publishing 2021
CCLI# 2096707

God Moves in Mysterious Ways

Deep in the unfathomable mines

Of never failing skill

He treasures up His bright design

And works His sovereign will

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take

The clouds you so much dread

They’re big with mercy and shall break

In blessings on

your head

 

God moves in mysterious ways

His wonders to perform

He plants His footprints in the waves

And He rides upon the storm

 

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense

But trust Him for His grace

Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face

His purposes will ripen fast

Unfolding every hour

The bud may have a bitter taste

But sweet will be

The flow’r

 

God moves in mysterious ways

His wonders to perform

He plants His footprints in the waves

And He rides upon the storm

 

Blind unbelief is sure to err

And scan His work in vain

God is His own interpreter

And He will make it plain

He will make it plain

 

God moves in mysterious ways

His wonders to perform

He plants His footprints in the waves

And He rides upon the storm

God Moves in Mysterious Ways

Kenny & Claire Hilliard, William Cowper

© Post Tenebras Publishing 2022

Approach My Soul

Approach, my soul, the mercy seat

where Jesus answers prayer;

there humbly fall before his feet,

for none can perish there.

Thy promise is my only plea;

with this I venture nigh:

thou callest burdened souls to thee,

and such, O Lord, am I.

 

O wondrous love! to bleed and die,

to bear the cross and shame,

that guilty sinners, such as I,

might plead thy gracious name!

 

Bowed down beneath a load of sin,

by Satan sorely pressed,

by war without and fears within,

I come to thee for rest.

Be thou my shield and hiding place,

that, sheltered near thy side,

I may my fierce accuser face,

and tell him thou hast died.

 

O wondrous love! to bleed and die,

to bear the cross and shame,

that guilty sinners, such as I,

might plead thy gracious name!

Approach My Soul

Kenny & Claire Hilliard, John Newton

© Post Tenebras Publishing 2021

CCLI# 2096707

Surely His Goodness and MercyWill Follow Me

The Lord is my Shepherd

My Protector, My Provider

He leads me

To rest by still waters

Lie down in green pastures

So gently

He restores my soul

My cup overflows

 

Surely His goodness

and mercy will follow me

Surely His goodness

and mercy will follow me

All of my days

All of my days

All of my days

Through valleys

Up mountains

Where He leads me I will go

Even through death's shadow

Lord, help me follow

All of my days

All of my days

All of my days

 

My Shepherd stays with me

With His Word He consoles me

So sweetly

He guides me in goodness

In paths of righteousness

For His glory

He shelters me

From my enemies

 

Surely His goodness

and mercy will follow me

Surely His goodness

and mercy will follow me

All of my days

All of my days

All of my days

Through valleys

Up mountains

Where He leads me I will go

Even through death's shadow

Lord, help me follow

All of my days

All of my days

All of my days

 

I will dwell in the house of the Lord

forever

I will dwell in the house of the Lord

I will dwell in the house of the Lord 

forever

I will dwell I will dwell

 

Surely His goodness

and mercy will follow me

Surely His goodness

and mercy will follow me

All of my days

All of my days

All of my days

Through valleys

Up mountains

Where He leads me I will go

Even through death's shadow

Lord, help me follow

All of my days

All of my days

All of my days

 

What can I need when I know

He is leading me?

Who can I fear when I know

that He walks with me?

All of my days

All of my days

All of my days

 

Surely His Goodness and Mercy

Will Follow Me

Claire Hilliard © Post Tenebras Publishing 2022

O Come All Ye Faithful

 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!

 

Sing, choirs of angels,

sing in exultation,

sing, all ye citizens of heav’n above!

Glory to God, all glory in the highest: 

 

O come, let us adore him,

O come, let us adore him,

O come, let us adore him,

Christ the Lord!

 

Yea, Lord, we greet thee,

born this happy morning;

Jesus, to thee be all glory giv’n!

Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing:

O come, let us adore him,

O come, let us adore him,

O come, let us adore him,

Christ the Lord!

The First Noel

The first Noel

the angels did say

Was to certain poor

Shepherds in fields as they lay:

In fields where they

Lay keeping their sheep

On a cold winter's night that was so deep.

 

Noel Noel, Noel Noel

Born is the King of Israel.

 

They looked up

and saw a star

Shining in the east beyond them far:

And to the earth

it gave great light

And so it continued both day and night.

 

Noel Noel, Noel Noel

Born is the King of Israel.

 

And by the light

of that same star

Three wise men came from the country far;

To seek for a King

was their intent,

And to follow the star wherever it went.

 

Noel Noel, Noel Noel

Born is the King of Israel.

 

This star drew nigh

to the north-west;

O'er Bethlehem it took it's rest

 

And there it did

both stop and stay,

Right over the place where Jesus lay.

Then entered in

those wise men three,

Fell reverently upon their knee,

And offered there

in his presence

Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.

 

Noel Noel, Noel Noel

Born is the King of Israel.

 

Then let us all

with one accord

Sing praises to our heavenly Lord,

That hath made heav'n

and earth of nought,

And with his blood mankind has bought.

 

Noel Noel, Noel Noel

Born is the King of Israel.

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O Come O Come Emmanuel

O come, O come, Emmanuel,

and ransom captive Israel

that mourns in lonely exile here

until the Son of God appear.

 

Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel

shall come to thee, O Israel.

 

O come, thou Rod of Jesse, free

thine own from Satan's tyranny;

from depths of hell thy people save,

and give them vict'ry o'er the grave. 

 

Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel

shall come to thee, O Israel.

 

O come, thou Dayspring come and cheer

Our spirits by Thine advent here;

disperse the gloomy clouds of night,

and death's dark shadows put to flight.

 

Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel

shall come to thee, O Israel.

O Come O Come Emmanuel

J. M. Neale

© Public Domain 

Joy to the World

Joy to the world, the Lord is come!

Let earth receive her King;

Let every heart prepare Him room,

And heaven and nature sing.

And heaven and nature sing.

And heaven And heaven and nature sing.

 

Joy to the world, the Saviour 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!

 

No more let sins and sorrows grow

Nor thorns infest the ground

He comes to make His blessings flow

Far as the curse is found

Far as the curse is found

Far as far as the curse is found!

 

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!

Joy to the World
Isaac Watts

© Public Domain 
CCLI# 2096707

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