WE THREE KINGS ORIENT ARE

We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse 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

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever, ceasing never Over us all to rein

O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light

Frankincense to offer have I Incense owns a Deity nigh Pray'r and praising, all men raising Worship Him, God most high

O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes of life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb

O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light

Glorious now behold Him arise King and God and Sacrifice Alleluia, Alleluia Earth to heav'n replies O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty brightWestward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light

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 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 northwest O'er Bethlehem it took its rest And there it did both Pause and stay Right o'er the place where Jesus lay.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Born is the King of Israel! Then entered in those Wise men three Full 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 Heaven and earth of nought And with his blood mankind has bought.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Born is the King of Israel!

The First Noel is unknown in origin but is generally thought to be English dating back to the sixteenth century. There is a misconception that the First Noel was French and it is believed that this is because of the French spelling of Noel as opposed to the olde English Anglo-Saxon spelling of the word as in Nowell. After England was captured by the Normans numerous words were adopted from the Norman French language and Noel was re-spelt as Nowell, early printed versions of this carol use the Nowell spelling. The First Noel was first published in 1833 when it appeared in "Christmas Carols Ancient and Modern," a collection of seasonal carols gathered by William B. Sandys.

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! Emmanuel 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 victory o'er the grave

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Day-Spring, 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! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Key of David, come, And open wide our heavenly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.O come, O come, Thou Lord of might,Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height,In ancient times did'st give the Law,In cloud, and majesty and awe.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.

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.

O Sing, choirs of angels,Sing in exultation,Sing all that hear in heaven God's holy word.Give to our Father 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.

All Hail! Lord, we greet Thee,Born this happy morning,O Jesus! for evermore be Thy name adored.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 text to the Carol O Come All Ye Faithful was originally written in Latin (Adeste Fideles) and was intended to be a hymn, it is attributed to John Wade, an Englishman. The music to O Come All Ye Faithful was composed by fellow Englishman John Reading in the early 1700s. The tune was first published in a collection known as "Cantus Diversi" in 1751. In 1841 Rev. Frederick Oakley is reputed to have worked on the familiar translation of O Come All Ye Faithful which replaced the older Latin lyrics "Adeste Fideles".

IT CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR

It came upon the midnight clear,That glorious song of old,From angels bending near the earth,To touch their harps of gold:

"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men From heavens all gracious King!" The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come,With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world:

Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing,And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.

O ye beneath life's crushing load,Whose forms are bending low,Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow;

Look now, for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing;Oh rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing.

For lo! the days are hastening on,By prophets seen of old,When with the ever-circling years Shall come the time foretold,When the new heaven and earth shall own The Prince of Peace, their King,And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing.

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear was written by Edmund Hamilton Sears in 1849. The carol started life as a poem written by its author who was a minister living in Massachusetts at the time. The music for It Came Upon A Midnight Clear was composed by American musician Richard Storrs Willis in 1859 who was inspired by the words of the poem.

ANGELS FROM THE REALM OF GLORY!

Angels from the realms of glory,Wing your flight o'er all the earth;Ye who sang creation's story,Now proclaim Messiah's birth:Come and worship, Come and worship,Worship Christ, the newborn King!

Shepherds, in the fields abiding,Watching o'er your flocks by night,God with man is now residing,Yonder shines the infant Light;Come and worship,Come and worship,Worship Christ, the newborn King!

Sages, leave your contemplations,Brighter visions beam afar; Seek the great desire of nations,Ye have seen His natal star;Come and worship,Come and worship,Worship Christ, the newborn King!

Saints before the altar bending,Watching long in hope and fear,Suddenly the Lord, descending,In His temple shall appear:Come and worship,Come and worship,Worship Christ, the newborn King!

The author of Angels From the Realms of Glory was an Irishman called James Montgomery. He came from a religious family background and sadly his parents, who were missionaries died following their vocation. Angels From the Realms of Glory was written in 1816. The music for Angels From the Realms of Glory was composed by Henry Smart. The lyrics of Angels From the Realms of Glory tell the story of the shepherds, sages and Saints.

THE LITTLE DRUMMER BOY

Come they told me Pa rum pum pum pum A new born King to see, Pa rum pum pum pum Our finest gifts we bring Pa rum pum pum pum To lay before the King Pa rum pum pum pumRum pum pum pumRum pum pum pum So to honor Him Pa rum pum pum pum,When we come. Little Baby Pa rum pum pum pum I am a poor boy too, Pa rum pum pum pum I have no gift to bring Pa rum pum pum pum That's fit to give our King Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pumRum pum pum pum Shall I play for you! Pa rum pum pum On my drum. Mary nodded Pa rum pum pum pumThe ox and lamb kept time Pa rum pum pum pum I played my drum for Him Pa rum pum pum I played my best for Him Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Then He smiled at me Pa rum pum pum pum Me and my drum.

"The Little Drummer Boy" is a Christmas song from 1958 - words and music by Katherine K. Davis, Henry Onorati, and Harry Simeone. The best-known and most standard version is by the Harry Simeone Chorale. It is also known as the "Carol of the Drum".The words and music to the Christmas song Little Drummer Boy was composed by Katherine K. Davis, Henry Onorati and Harry Simeone in 1958. The lyrics of Little Drummer Boy consist of no less than 21 rum pum pum pum' - a major part of the song and therefore presenting an apparently easy task for the lyricist! However, Little Drummer Boy has been a huge hit for several artists.The lyrics tell the apocryphal story of a poor young boy who, unable to afford a gift for the infant Jesus, plays his drum for the newborn with the Virgin Mary's approval.

O HOLY NIGHT!

O holy night,The stars are brightly shining; It is the night of Our dear Savior's birth!Long lay the world In sin and error pining, Till He appeared And the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope,The weary world rejoices,For yonder breaks A new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices! O night divine,O night when Christ was born! O night divine, O night, O night divine!

Led by the light of Faith Serenely beaming,With glowing hearts By His cradle we stand. So led by light of a star Sweetly gleaming,Here came the wise men From Orient land.The King of Kings lay thus In lowly manger,In all our trials Born to be our Friend!

He knows our need,To our weakness no stranger;Behold your King!Before the lowly bend! Behold your King! your King! Before Him bend.

Truly He taught us To love one another; His law is love and His gospel is peace. Chains shall He break For the slave is our brother And in His name All oppression shall cease. Sweet hymns of joy in Grateful chorus raise we, Let all within us Praise His holy name!

Christ is the Lord, Oh praise His name forever, His pow'r and glory evermore proclaim His pow'r and glory Evermore proclaim.

"O Holy Night" is a well-known Christmas carol song composed by Adolphe Adam in 1847 to the French poem "Minuit, chrétiens" by Placide Cappeau, an accomplished amateur.Placide Cappeau obliged and wrote the beautiful words of the hymn. He then realized that it should have music to accompany the words and he approached his friend Adolphe Charles Adams(1803-1856). He agreed and the music for the poem was therefore composed by Adolphe Charles Adams.

JOY TO THE WORLD!!!

Joy To The World Joy to the world! The Lord is come. Let earth receive her King Let every heart Prepare Him room And Saints and angels sing And Saints and angels sing And Saints and Saints and angels sing

Joy to the world, the Saviour reigns Let Saints their songs employ While fields and floods Rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy Repeat the sounding joy Repeat, Repeat, the sounding joy

Joy to 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 and wonders of His love

No more will sin and sorrow grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He'll come and make the blessings flow Far as the curse was found,Far as the curse was found,Far as, far as the curse was found.

He rules the world with truth and grace, And gives to nations proof The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love; And wonders of His love; And wonders, wonders of His love.

Rejoice! Rejoice in the Most High, While Israel spreads abroad Like stars that glitter in the sky,And ever worship God, And ever worship God, And ever, and ever worship God.

The words and lyrics of the old Xmas carol "Joy to the World" were written in 1719 by Isaac Watts. The father of John Watts was a Non-conformist and so extreme were his views that he was imprisoned twice. His father's influence over Isaac was demonstrated when he choose to attend Non­conformist Academy at Stoke Newington in preference to a University. Watts was ordained as a Pastor of an Independent congregation."Joy to the World" is one of the best-known and best-loved of Christmas carols. It contains a message of joy and love replacing sin and sorrow. It may also be interpreted to be about life after the second coming of Christ. The hymn is significant for its widespread use throughout Christian denominations and for the musical stature of the people who created it.One of the most well known recordings of "Joy To The World" is an instrumental version by conductor Percy Faith.

WHAT CHILD IS THIS?

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 ass are feeding? Good Christian, fear: for sinners here,The silent Word is pleading.This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing. Haste, haste to bring Him laud,The Babe, the Son of Mary. 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! This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.Haste, haste to bring Him laud, 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.This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.Haste, haste to bring Him laud,The Babe, the Son of Mary.Raise, raise, the song on high,The Virgin sings her lullaby:Joy joy for Christ is born,The Babe, the Son of Mary! This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.Haste, haste to bring Him laud,The Babe, the Son of Mary.

"What Child Is This?" is one of the most moving and beautiful of Victorian carols. It's history can be traced back farther than the days of the infamous Henry VIII. It dates from Elizabethan time, possibly even earlier."What Child Is This?" is a Christmas carol lyrically written in 1865 by William Chatterton Dix to the melody of "Greensleeves". Although the chorus changes from verse to verse, many recorded versions simply use the first chorus throughout.The song was first registered in 1850 to Richard Jones with lyrics that were neither religious nor respectable. Shakespeare mentions it by name in "The Merry Wives of Windsor" in which is it played while traitors are hanged.