Use the lyrics below to singalong with Perth Gospel Choir!

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Silent Night 

(Franz Gruber)​

 

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,

heavenly 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!

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It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

(Edmund H Sears)

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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 heav’n’s all gracious King.”

The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing.

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Still through the cloven skies they come,

With peaceful wings unfurl’d;

And still their heav’nly music floats o’er all the weary world:

Above its sad and lowly plains, they bend on hov’ring wing,

And ever o’er its Babel sounds, the blessed angels sing.

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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;

O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing.

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For lot the days are hast’ning on, by prophet bards foretold,

When with the ever-circling years comes round the age of gold;

When Peace shall over all the earth its ancient splendours fling,

And the whole world send back the song,

Which now the angels sing.

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What Child is This?

(William C Dix)

 

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:

 

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!

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The First Noel

(Traditional)

 

The first Noel the angel 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.

 

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.

 

And by the light of the same Star

Three wise men came from country far;

To seek for a King was their intent,

And to follow the star where e’er it went.

 

This star drew nigh to the North West,

O’er Bethlehem it took its rest,

And there it did both stop and stay

Right over the place where Jesus lay.

 

Then enter’d in those Wisemen three,

Full rev’rently on bended knee,

And offer’d there in His presence,

Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.

 

Then let us all with one accord, sing praises to our Heavenly Lord,

That hath made Heav’n and earth of naught, and with His Blood mankind hath brought.

 

Chorus: Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, Born is the King of Israel.

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Deck the Halls

(Traditional)

 

Deck the hall with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la.

‘Tis the season to be jolly, Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now are gay apparel; Fa la la la, la la la, la la la.

Troll the ancient Yuletide carol, Fa la la la la, la la la la.

 

See the blazing Yule before us, Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Strike the harp and join the chorus, Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Follow me in merry measure, Fa la la la, la la la, la la la.

While I tell of Yuletide treasure, Fa la la la la, la la la la.

 

Fast away the old year passes, Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Hail the new, ye lads and lasses, Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Sing we joyous all together, Fa la la la, la la la, la la la.

Heedless of the wind and weather, Fa la la la la, la la la la.

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We Three Kings of Orient Are

(John H Hopkins)

 

We three kings of Orient are; bearing gifts we traverse a-far,

Field and fountain, moor and mountain following yonder star.

 

Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain, gold I bring, to crown Him again,

King forever, ceasing never, over us all to reign.

 

Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh,

Pray’r and praising, all men raising, worship Him, God most High.

 

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume, breathes a life of gathering gloom;

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, seal’d in the stone cold tomb.

 

Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and Sacrifice,

Alleluia, Alleluia, Earth to heav’n replies.

 

Chorus: O Star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to Thy perfect light!

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O Christmas Tree 

(Traditional)

 

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

Thy leaves are so unchanging; 

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

Thy leaves are so unchanging.

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Not only green when summer's here, 

But also when 'tis cold and drear.

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

Thy leaves are so unchanging.

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O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

Much pleasure thou canst give me;

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

Much pleasure though canst give me.

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How often has the Christmas tree

Afforded me the greatest glee!

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

Much pleasure though canst give me.

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O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

Thy candles shine so brightly!

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

Thy candles shine so brightly!

 

From base to summit gay and bright,

There's only splendour for the sight.

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

Thy candles shine so brightly!

 

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

How richly God has decked thee!

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

How richly God has decked thee!

 

Thou bidst us true and faithful be, 

And trust in God unchangingly.

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!

How richly God has decked thee!

 

Jolly Old Saint Nicholas 

(Traditional)

 

Jolly old Saint Nicholas, 

Lean your ear this way!

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Don't you tell a single soul

What I'm going to say;

Christmas Eve is coming soon;

Now, you dear old man,

Whisper what you'll bring to me;

Tell me what you can.

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When the clock is striking twelve,

When I'm fast asleep,

Down the chimney, broad and black,

With your pack you'll creep;

All the stockings you will find

Hanging in a row;

Mine will be the shortest one,

You'll be sure to know.

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Johnny wants a pair of skates;

Susy wants a sled;

Nellie wants a storybook,

one she hasn't read;

Now I think I'll leave to you

What to give the rest;

Choose for me, dear Santa Claus, 

You will know the best.

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We Wish You a Merry Christmas 

(Arthur Warrell)

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We wish you a Merry Christmas,

We wish you a Merry Christmas,

We wish you a Merry Christmas,

And a Happy New Year!

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Now bring us some figgy pudding,

Now bring us some figgy pudding,

Now bring us some figgy pudding,

And a cup of good cheer!

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We won't go until we get some,

We won't go until we get some,

We won't go until we get some,

So bring it right here!

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So bring us some figgy pudding,

So bring us some figgy pudding,

So bring us some figgy pudding,

And bring it right here!

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Chorus: Good tidings we bring,

To you and your kin,

We wish you a Merry Christmas,

And a Happy New Year!