Sunday Audio Service – Advent 4 – Morning Worship – 21/12/25
O COME, O COME, IMMANUEL,
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, O come, Thou Lord of might
Who to Thy tribes on Sinai’s height
In ancient times didst give the law
In cloud, and majesty, and awe.
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.
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.
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.
John Mason Neale,
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TELL OUT, MY SOUL, the greatness of the Lord!
Unnumbered blessings give my spirit voice.
Tender to me the promise of His word.
In God my Saviour shall my heart rejoice.
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of His name!
Make known His might, the deeds His arm has done.
His mercy sure, from age to age the same.
His holy name—the Lord, the mighty One.
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of His might!
Powers and dominions lay their glory by.
Proud hearts and stubborn wills are put to flight,
The hungry fed, the humble lifted high.
Tell out, my soul, the glories of His word!
Firm is His promise, and His mercy sure:
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord
To children’s children and forever more!
Timothy Dudley-Smith.
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O FOR A THOUSAND TONGUES to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
My great Redeemer’s praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease,
That bids our sorrows cease.
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.
See all your sins on Jesus laid.
The Lamb of God was slain,
The Lamb of God was slain.
His soul was once an offering made
For every soul of man.
He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free,
He sets the prisoner free.
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
He speaks and, listening to His voice,
New life the dead receive,
New life the dead receive.
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ,
Your loosened tongues employ.
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come.
And leap, ye lame, for joy!
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honours of Thy name.
Charles Wesley.
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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.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven.
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!
Philips Brooks.