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We Praise Him Still

It came upon a midnight dear,
A baby's cry, a mother's tear,
A babe to change this earthly sphere,
A saviour who is always near.

He came to save us all from sin,
So we our lives could now begin,
He was to us our own dear kin,
Our hearts he would forever win.

We celebrate his holy birth,
With joy and love, with songs and mirth,
His teachings are so full of worth,
We praise him still, upon this earth.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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One Great Event In Time

One little life, sent to change all lives.
One child of love and peace.
One holy blessing sent from God,
His wonders to increase.

One precious gift of a gentle Babe,
One marvel to the earth.
One dear voice to teach us how to know,
the reasons for his birth.

One star that shone with brilliant light,
One manger for his bed.
One Mother Mary so full of joy,
within loaned cattle shed.

One tiny soul came to save us all,
One dear Redeemer’s Son,
One man who walked, talked and healed,
His glory had begun.

One message from out our Master’s book
One lesson to be read.
One book of laws, shows the way to good,
to feast on Heaven’s bread.

One Christmas Day, one wondrous day.
One great event in time.
One treasure that we’ll never forget,
the Lord Jesus sublime.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Baby Mine

Baby sweet, baby mine,
King of Kings, so sublime,
Born for us on Christmas Day,
Master of all that you'll survey.

Baby dear, baby fine,
Lord of Lords, so divine,
Your birth we celebrate, and share
Our lives with you, as we say your prayer.

Baby loved, baby shine,
God, Creator, we are thine,
Be our Father, dwell within
Our souls, and let our praise begin.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Gift To Earth

One baby boy, was his Mother’s joy,
Cradled, warm upon her knee.
The Holy birth, was a gift to earth,
A Saviour for you and me.

A tiny life, knowing yet, no strife,
Was now waiting to begin.
He came to save, and therefore forgave,
Our vast multitudes of sin.

Some shepherds they heard what had occurred,
And followed a Star post haste.
Three wise men too, on their camels, knew
This new King had to be traced.

Rough the cattle stall, with mud brick wall,
Crude built manger filled with straw.
This special child, so gentle and mild,
Was a Lord we could adore.

So this babe, so small, did thus enthral,
All those who knelt down to pray.
He’s become our guide, Christ glorified,
Still here in our hearts today.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Christmas Carol

Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn
That Christ our Saviour was born!
Earth's Redeemer, to save us from all danger,
And, as the Holy Record tells, born in a manger.

Chorus --

Then ring, ring, Christmas bells,
Till your sweet music o'er the kingdom swells,
To warn the people to respect the morn
That Christ their Saviour was born.

The snow was on the ground when Christ was born,
And the Virgin Mary His mother felt very forlorn
As she lay in a horse's stall at a roadside inn,
Till Christ our Saviour was born to free us from sin.

Oh! think of the Virgin Mary as she lay
In a lowly stable on a bed of hay,
And angels watching O'er her till Christ was born,
Therefore all the people should respect Christmas morn.

The way to respect Christmas time
Is not by drinking whisky or wine,
But to sing praises to God on Christmas morn,
The time that Jesus Christ His Son was born;

Whom He sent into the world to save sinners from hell
And by believing in Him in heaven we'll dwell;
Then blest be the morn that Christ was born,
Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn.

Then he warned, and respect the Saviour dear,
And treat with less respect the New Year,
And respect always the blessed morn
That Christ our Saviour was born.

For each new morn to the Christian is dear,
As well as the morn of the New Year,
And he thanks God for the light of each new morn.
Especially the morn that Christ was born.

Therefore, good people, be warned in time,
And on Christmas morn don't get drunk with wine
But praise God above on Christmas morn,
Who sent His Son to save us from hell and scorn.

There the heavenly babe He lay
In a stall among a lot of hay,
While the Angel Host by Bethlehem
Sang a beautiful and heavenly anthem.

Christmas time ought to be held most dear,
Much more so than the New Year,
Because that's the time that Christ was born,
Therefore respect Christmas morn.

And let the rich be kind to the poor,
And think of the hardships they do endure,
Who are neither clothed nor fed,
And Many without a blanket to their bed.

poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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On My Birthday, July 21

I, MY dear, was born to-day--
So all my jolly comrades say:
They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth,
And ask to celebrate my birth:
Little, alas! my comrades know
That I was born to pain and woe;
To thy denial, to thy scorn,
Better I had ne'er been born:
I wish to die, even whilst I say--
'I, my dear, was born to-day.'
I, my dear, was born to-day:
Shall I salute the rising ray,
Well-spring of all my joy and woe?
Clotilda, thou alone dost know.
Shall the wreath surround my hair?
Or shall the music please my ear?
Shall I my comrades' mirth receive,
And bless my birth, and wish to live?
Then let me see great Venus chase
Imperious anger from thy face;
Then let me hear thee smiling say--
'Thou, my dear, wert born to-day.'

poem by Matthew Prior
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A Rocking Hymn

Sweet baby, sleep! what ails my dear,
What ails my darling thus to cry?
Be still, my child, and lend thine ear
To hear me sing thy lullaby.
My pretty lamb, forbear to weep;
Be still, my dear; sweet baby, sleep.

Thou blessed soul, what canst thou fear?
What thing to thee can mischief do?
Thy God is now thy father dear,
His holy Spouse, thy mother too.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

Though thy conception was in sin,
A sacred bathing thou hast had;
And, though thy birth unclean hath been,
A blameless babe thou now art made.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my dear; sweet baby, sleep,

While thus thy lullaby I sing,
For thee great blessings ripening be;
Thine eldest brother is a King,
And hath a kingdom bought for thee.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

Sweet baby, sleep and nothing fear,
For whosoever thee offends,
By thy protector threat'ned are,
And God and angels are thy friends.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

When God with us was dwelling here,
In little babes he took delight;
Such innocents as thou, my dear,
Are ever precious in His sight.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

A little infant once was He,
And, strength in weakness, then was laid
Upon His virgin-mother's knee,
That power to thee might be conveyed.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

In this, thy frailty and thy need,
He friends and helpers doth prepare,
Which thee shall cherish, clothe and feed;
For of thy weal they tender are.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

The King of kings, when he was born,
Had not so much for outward ease;
By Him such dressings were not worn,
Nor such like swaddling-clothes as these.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

Within a manger lodged thy Lord
Where oxen lay and asses fed;
Warm rooms we do to thee afford,
An easy cradle or a bed.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

The wants that He did then sustain
Have purchased wealth, my babe, for thee;
And by His torments and His pain
Thy rest and ease securèd be.
My baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

Thou hast (yet more) to perfect this,
A promise and an earnest got
Of gaining everlasting bliss,
Though thou, my babe, perceiv'st it not;
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

poem by George Wither
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Sonnet: Happy Birth-Anniversary, Dear Mom!

This day, we know, you had your birth on earth
-A lovely, lucky day for all of us;
Your living memories give us intense mirth;
You turned our world of woes into mere bliss!

You strived to make the world a better place;
You made our lives worth living by your toil;
You labored hard, yet kept a pleasant face;
You feared your Lord and burnt the midnight oil!

You brought much cheer in people's lives around;
You changed our dreams into one joyous scene!
Your righteous ways saw all of us dumbfound;
Oh, what a charming person, you had been!

Each stage of life, you had performed so well;
The angels in heaven will surely tell!

Most lovingly dedicated to our dear beloved mother,
(Late) Mrs. Stella Antoniswami on her birth anniversary today
By her living, longing and ever-loving children!

poem by John Celes
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Goodbye Mother Dear

Mother, mother, mother dear,
Can you hold me close, can you hold me near?
Mother, mother, oh mother dear,
Will you listen, listen to my words of fear?

Mother, I am inside your womb.
Mother, you hold the key.
Mother, is it too late, too soon?
Mother, what do you see?

I hear your heart beat, beat, beat,
It comforts me when I am asleep.
I feel your warmth, I feel your heat,
But mother dear, I feel you weep.

Mother, I am so full of fear.
Mother, I see it in your tear.
Mother, I know you cry and why.
Mother, I know we must say goodbye.

(if only you could let me grow
my love to you then i could show
but that i know cannot be so
the time has come for me to go)

Mother, mother, mother dear,
Do not feel guilt, do not feel fear.
Mother, mother, oh mother dear,
For a while, you held me near.

© Morney Wilson

poem by Morney Wilson
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Cradle Hymn

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed;
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment,
House and home, thy friends provide;
All without thy care, or payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.

How much better thou'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven He descended,
And became a child like thee!

Soft and easy is thy cradle;
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
When His birthplace was a stable,
And His softest bed was hay.

See the kindly shepherds round him,
Telling wonders from the sky!
When they sought Him, there they found Him,
With his Virgin-Mother by.

See the lovely babe a-dressing;
Lovely infant, how He smiled!
When He wept, the mother's blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy child.

Lo, He slumbers in His manger,
Where the honest oxen fed;
--Peace, my darling! here's no danger!
Here's no ox a-near thy bed!

Mayst thou live to know and fear Him,
Trust and love Him all thy days;
Then go dwell forever near Him,
See His face, and sing His praise!

I could give thee thousand kisses,
Hoping what I most desire;
Not a mother's fondest wishes
Can to greater joys aspire.

poem by Isaac Watts
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I'm Outta Here!

Mind if i sit down?
Can i buy you a round?
Haven't seen your face before
Are you new in town?
It's the same old line
Oh every time
Are you here alone?
Can i take you home?
Now every woman sees
With every "pretty please"
There's a pair of lyin' eyes
And a set of keys
He says come be a star
In the back seat of my car
Oh but baby slow down
You're goin' way too far
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If you're not
In it for love (baby)
If you're not
Willin' to give it all you got
If you're not in it for life
If you're not in it for love
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If you're not in it for love
I'm outta here!
Babe i can change your world
Make you a cover girl
Yeah you could be a beauty queen
In a magazine
Now tell me, what's your sign?
Why always the same old line?
I'll be number 409
If you change your mind
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If you're not
In it for love (baby)
If you're not
Willin' to give it all you got
If you're not in it for life
If you're not in it for love
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If you're not in it for love
I'm outta here!
If you're not
In it for love (baby)
If you're not
Willin' to give it all you got
If you're not in it for life
If you're not in it for love
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If you're not in it for love
I'm outta here!
If you're not in it for life
If you're not in it for love
I'm outta here!

song performed by by Shania Twain
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Songs of Praise the Angels Sang

Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heav’n with alleluias rang,
When creation was begun,
When God spoke and it was done.

Songs of praise awoke the morn
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose when He
Captive led Captivity.

Heav’n and earth must pass away!
Songs of praise shall crown that day!
God will make new heav’ns and earth;
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

And can man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No: the church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.

Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.

Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.

Hymns of glory, songs of praise,
Father, unto Thee we raise;
Jesus, glory unto Thee,
With the Spirit, ever be.

poem by James Montgomery
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O Holy Night (feat. The London Symphony Orchestra)

O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Saviour'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 beams a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
Oh, hear the angel voices
O night divine, O night when Christ was born
O night divine, O night, O night divine
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 me
Let all within us praise His holy name
Christ is the Lord
Then ever, we will praise thee
O night divine! O night when Christ was born
O night divine! O night, O night divine

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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O Holy Night

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Saviour'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, oh hear the angel voices
Oh ni-ight divi-ine, oh-oh ni-ight when Christ was born
Oh night divi-ine, oh-oh night, oh-oh night divine
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
With all of them must praise His holy name
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we
His power and glory-y, ever more proclaim
His power and glor-or-ory-y, ever more-ore-ore proclaim...
Oh-oh..., oh-oh..., oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh...
Oh-oh..., oh-oh... [fade]

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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From This Moment On

From this moment on you and me dear
Only two for tea dear from this moment on
From this happy day no more blue songs
Only hoopty-do songs from this moment on
For you got the love I need so much
Got the skin I love to touch
Got the arms to hold me tight
You got the sweet lips to kiss me good night
From this moment on, you and I babe
Well be riding high babe
Every care is gone
From this moment on

song performed by by Carpenters
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Psalm Of Salvation

Consider the sacred destiny of Mankind
And the splendours of eternity...
Reflect upon the supreme majesty of Christ
And His purposes for humanity.
Take hold of His holy prophecies
And take comfort in all of His promises.
Learn well the mysteries of times gone by
And rejoice in their wholesome revelations.
For Man is not hidden from God's sight
And all the prayers of the saints are heard.
The children of the Lord are adopted into love,
For the Father's family must be as one.
Consider how the rose blossoms in the sunshine.
Its perfume permeates the surrounding air.
The breeze spreads across the entire earth.
So it is that love blossoms and increases.
In time, the whole earth is blessed by love.
The Holy Spirit is known across the world.
His guiding light is triumphant truth.
The Saviour of the world taught us to pray.
The Lamb of God taught us to love as He loved.
Oh, that we might learn more of love.
What use would Heaven be without love?
Would the angels deny us this blessing?
Would they oppose us receiving salvation?
We know that they seek our restoration.
If only we could hear their songs of praise.
If only we could hear their harmonies.
Though we may desire the wings of angels,
God desires that we walk with humility.
So it is, that we live day by day in His care.
His truths transcend time and space.
His promises outlive us all.
We were born to know the Heavenly Father.
We were born again to know the Saviour.
We live forever to be blessed forever.
For what is love without life and life eternal?
Therefore cherish your portion of love.
Savour it as though it were a noble feast.
Share your portion of love, dear saints...
For love is all that we are...

poem by Denis Martindale
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Baby's Way

If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.
It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.
He loves to rest his head on mother's bosom, and cannot ever
bear to lose sight of her.
Baby know all manner of wise words, though few on earth can
understand their meaning.
It is not for nothing that he never wants to speak.
The one thing he wants is to learn mother's words from
mother's lips. That is why he looks so innocent.
Baby had a heap of gold and pearls, yet he came like a beggar
on to this earth.
It is not for nothing he came in such a disguise.
This dear little naked mendicant pretends to be utterly
helpless, so that he may beg for mother's wealth of love.
Baby was so free from every tie in the land of the tiny
crescent moon.
It was not for nothing he gave up his freedom.
He knows that there is room for endless joy in mother's little
corner of a heart, and it is sweeter far than liberty to be caught
and pressed in her dear arms.
Baby never knew how to cry. He dwelt in the land of perfect
bliss.
It is not for nothing he has chosen to shed tears.
Though with the smile of his dear face he draws mother's
yearning heart to him, yet his little cries over tiny troubles
weave the double bond of pity and love.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Christmas Hymn

Praise to God whose love was shown
Who sent his son to earth
Jesus left his rightful throne
Became a man by birth
The virgins baby son
All creation praised him
God incarnate come
Come to bethlehem
Still a higher call had he
Deliverance from our sins
Come to set all people free
From satans hold within
For by the sin of man we fell
By the son of god
He crushed the power of hell
Death we fear no more
Now we stand with strength, with power
The sons of God on earth
Faithful to the final hour
Christs righteousness our worth
And now all praise is given
For the babe, the son
The savior king is risen
Christ is lord indeed
For the babe, the son
The savior king is risen
Christ is lord indeed

song performed by by Amy Grant
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If Youre Not In It For Love Im Outta Here

Mind if I sit down
Can I buy you a round
Havent seen your face before
Are you new in town
Its the same old line
Oh every time
Are you here alone
Can I take you home
Now every woman sees
With every pretty please
Theres a pair of lyin eyes
And a set of keys
He says come be a star
In the back seat of my car
Oh but baby slow down
Youre goin way too far
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If youre not
In it for love baby
If youre not
Willin to give it all you got
If youre not in it for life
If youre not in it for love
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If youre not in it for love
Im outta here
Babe I can change your world
Make you a cover girl
Yeah you could be a beauty queen
In a magazine
Now tell me whats your sign
Why always the same old line
Ill be number 409
If you change your mind
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If youre not
In it for love baby
If youre not
Willin to give it all you got
If youre not in it for life
If youre not in it for love
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If youre not in it for love
Im outta here
If youre not
In it for love baby
If youre not
Willin to give it all you got
If youre not in it for life
If youre not in it for love
Let me make it clear
To you my dear
If youre not in it for love
Im outta here
If youre not in it for life
If youre not in it for love
Im outta here

song performed by by Shania Twain
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Golden-Tressed Adelaide

SING, I pray, a little song,
Mother dear!
Neither sad nor very long:
It is for a little maid,
Golden-tressed Adelaide!
Therefore let it suit a merry, merry ear,
Mother dear!

Let it be a merry strain,
Mother dear!
Shunning e’en the thought of pain:
For our gentle child will weep,
If the theme be dark and deep;
And we will not draw a single, single tear,
Mother dear!

Childhood should be all divine,
Mother dear!
And like an endless summer shine;
Gay as Edward’s shouts and cries,
Bright as Agnes’ azure eyes:
Therefore, bid thy song be merry:—dost thou hear,
Mother dear?

poem by Barry Cornwall
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The Lord Delights in You!

Beloved, hear the holy word,
The Lord delights in you!
And by this truth, let hearts be stirred,
Because God's word is true...
Let God confirm His word each day,
Through songs of praise and psalms.
His Holy Spirit leads the way,
Such that His presence calms.

That's how disciples preach Good News
To crowds and on TV...
To change lost Gentiles and lost Jews
To what they're meant to be...
God's promises are everywhere!
The sun and moon above...
And scenery beyond compare,
As tokens of His love...

While there are roses Heaven sent
And waterfalls that flow,
A stranger who becomes a friend,
What more is there to know?
A thousand prophecies will prove
God knows the future years...
So read God's word and let it soothe
Your hearts and melt your tears...

While we believe that Jesus lives,
The Church on Earth abides...
To praise the Lord that God forgives
And so much more besides...
And by this truth let hearts be stirred,
Because God's word is true...
Beloved, hear the holy word,
The Lord delights in you!

(August 2011)

poem by Denis Martindale
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