Thanks again to Peter Wyllie - and apologies for the formatting I have still to get to grips with HTML (.... one day....)
Hark! The herald angels sing
“Glory to the King of Kings.
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled.”
Joseph’s looking slightly fazed
Shepherds blinded, deafened, dazed.
Kneeling in the soggy straw.
Starlight shining through the door.
Yes my Christmas cards are done;
Don’t you think this season’s fun?
Presents wrapped beneath the tree,
(I do hope there are LOTS for me!)
Joyful all ye nations, rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With angelic host proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Christ by highest heaven adored
Christ the everlasting word
Late in time behold him come
Offspring of the virgin’s womb.
Tinsel stars hang from the light;
Flashing reindeer in the night.
I wish that I had bought some more
They’ve covered all their house next door.
Every year it is the same
Commercialism is to blame.
They simply hate to be outdone
But it started as a “bit of fun”.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell
Jesus our Immanuel.
Hail the heavenly prince of peace
Hail the sun of Righteousness
Light and life to all be brings
Risen with healing in his wings.
Can’t wait for Christmas Eve to come!
With all my preparations done,
Pour myself a Christmas sherry;
‘Tis the season to be merry!
I want this Christmas to be smashing,
My plastic’s taken such a bashing!
So many things I had to get
You simply can’t avoid the debt.
Mild he lays his glory by
Born that man no more may die,
Born, to raise the sons of earth,
Born, to give them second birth.
Come Desire of Nations comeFix in us thy humble home
Rise, the woman’s conquering seed
Come and meet our every need.
My world, my town, my street and me
All need peace and liberty!
Free to rest and worship him
Who came on earth to conquer sin.
Somewhere it all went astray
Amid the tinsel on display;
Amongst the crowds all spending madly,
Even we lost Jesus, sadly.
Let us Thee, though lost, regain
Thee, the Life, the Inner Man;
O! To all thyself impart
Formed in each believing heart.
Lord display your saving power!
You’re not a baby any more.
You’re a king upon a throne,
Ever calling to his own.
Calling to each wayward child
“Come, today, be reconciled.”
This is why you came to earth,
Why you had a human birth.
So Lord, this year, amid the noise
Of TV shows and hi-tech toys,
Let us find true peace and rest
In the place that you have blessed.
In that quiet place apart,
Nestled in the Father’s heart.
Let us hark the Angels sing,
And worship you, our King of Kings.
©Peter Wyllie – December 2005 (& Charles Wesley)