
It Came Upon The Midnight Clear
It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the

It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the

O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see Thee lie! Above Thy deep and dreamless

Silent night, holy night, All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and Child.

Do you hear what I hear? Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,Do you hear what I

Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o’er the plains, And the mountains in reply

Jesus Christ I think upon Your sacrifice You became nothing, poured out to death Many times

Your name Your name is victory All praise Will rise to Christ our king

Shame is a prison as cruel as a grave Shame is a robber and he’s come

When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died My richest gain