Hymn of the Week for 12/16/18- Awake! Awake, and Greet The New Morn


Verse 1:

Awake! Awake, and greet the new morn, for angels herald its dawning,

Sing out your joy, for soon he is born, behold! the Child of our longing.

Come as a baby weak and poor, to bring all hearts together,

He opens wide the heav'nly door and lives now inside us forever.


Verse 2:

To us, to all in sorrow and fear, Emmanuel comes a-singing,

His humble song is quiet and near, yet fills the earth with its ringing;

Music to heal the broken soul and hymns of loving kindness,

The thunder of his anthems roll to shatter all hatred and blindness.


Verse 3:

In darkest night his coming shall be, when all the world is despairing,

As morning light so quiet and free, so warm and gentle and caring.

Then shall the mute break forth in song, the lame shall leap in wonder,

The weak be raised above the strong, and weapons be broken asunder.


Verse 4

Rejoice, rejoice, take heart in the night, though dark the winter and cheerless,

The rising sun shall crown you with light, be strong and loving and fearless.

Love be our song and love our prayer and love our endless story;

May God fill ev'ry day we share and bring us at last into glory.


Text: Marty Haugen


Text and Music Copyright 1983 GIA Publications, Inc.



Verse 1:

Each winter as the year grows older, we each grow older too.

The chill sets in a little colder; the verities we knew seem shaken and untrue.


Verse 2

When race and class try out for treason, when sirens call for war,

They over-shout the voice of reason and scream till we ignore all we held dear before.


Verse 3

Yet I believe beyond believing that life can spring form death,

That growth can flower from our grieving, that we can catch our breath and turn transfixed by faith.


Verse 4

So even as the sun is turning to journey to the north,

The living flame, in secret burning, can kindle on the earth and bring God's love to birth.


Verse 5

O Child of ecstasy and sorrows, O Prince of peace and pain,

Brighten today's world by tomorrow's, renew our lives again; Lord Jesus, come and reign!


Text: William Gay Copyright 1971 United Church Press

Tune: CAROL OF HOPE (Annabeth Gay) Copyright 1971 United Church Press


Verse 1


Fling wide the door, unbar the gate; the King of glory comes in state;

The Lord of lords and Kings of kings, 

The Savior of the world who brings his great salvation to the earth.

So raise a shout of holy mirth and praise our God and Lord,

Creator, Spirit, Word.


Verse 2

He is the rock of our belief, the heart of mercy's gentle self.

His kingly crown is holiness; 

His scepter is his loveliness; he brings our sorrows to an end.

Now gladly praise our king and friend, and worship him with song

For saving us from wrong.


Verse 3

Oh, happy towns and blessed lands that live by their true king's commands.

 And blessed be the hearts he rules,

The humble places where he dwells. He is the rightful Son of bliss

Who fills our lives and makes us his, creator of the world,

Our only strength for good.


Verse 4

Come, Lord, our Savior, Jesus Christ; our hearts are open wide in trust.

Oh, show us now your lovely grace,

Upon our sorrows shine your face, and let your Holy Spirit guide

Our journey in your grace so wide. We praise your holy name,

From age to age the same!


Text: Georg Weissel




Verse 1

Let all mortal flesh keep silence, and with fear and trembling stand;

Ponder nothing earthly minded, for with blessing in his hand

Christ our God to earth descending comes full homage to demand.


Verse 2

King of Kings, yet born of Mary, as of old on earth he stood,

Lord of lords in human vesture, in the body and the blood,

He will give to all the faithful his own self for heav'nly food.


Verse 3

Rank on rank the host of heaven spreads its vanguard on the way;

As the Light of light, descending from the realms of endless day,

Comes, the pow'rs of hell to vanquish, as the darkness clears away.


Verse 4

At his feet the six-winged seraph, cherubim with sleepless eye,

Veil their faces to the presence, as with ceaseless voice they cry:

"Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia, Lord Most High!"


Text: tr. Moultrie (Liturgy of St. James)