Welcome to our Sunday Service!
December 14th 2025 @ 10:30

"I waited I waited on the Lord"
 
I waited, I waited on the Lord
I waited, I waited on the Lord
He bent down low and remembered  me
When He heard my prayer
 
 
"O come o come (Isaiah texts)"
 
O come, O come, Immanuel
And bless each place your people dwell.
Melt ev’ry weapon crafted for war,
Bring peace upon the earth forever more.
...Rejoice, rejoice!
...Take heart and do not fear,
...God’s chosen one, Immanuel, draws near.
 
O come, green shoot of Jesse, free
Your people from despair and apathy;
Forge justice for the poor and the meek,
Grant safety for the young ones and the weak.
...Rejoice, rejoice!
...Take heart and do not fear,
...God’s chosen one, Immanuel, draws near.
 
O come now, living water, pour your grace,
And bring new life to ev’ry withered place;
Speak comfort to each trembling heart:
“Be strong! Fear not, for I will ne’er depart.”
...Rejoice, rejoice!
...Take heart and do not fear,
...God’s chosen one, Immanuel, draws near.
 
O come, dear child of Mary, come,
God’s Word made flesh within our earthly home;
Love stir within the womb of night,
Revenge and hatred put to flight.
...Rejoice, rejoice!
...Take heart and do not fear,
...God’s chosen one, Immanuel, draws near.
 
Barbara Lundblad
 
 
"What Child Is This"
 
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 praise,
The babe, the Son of Mary.
 
 
Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, 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 a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The babe, the Son of Mary.
 
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.
 
William Chatterton Dix (1837-98)

"I Will Sing The Wondrous Story"
 
I will sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
How He left His home in glory
For the cross on Calvary.
Yes, I'll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
Sing it with His saints in glory,
Gathered by the crystal sea.
 
I was lost but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray;
Raised me up and gently led me
Back into the narrow way.
Days of darkness still may meet me,
Sorrow's paths I oft may tread;
But His presence still is with me,
By His guiding hand I'm led.
 
He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet:
Then He'll bear me safely over,
Made by grace for glory meet.
Yes, I'll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
Sing it with His saints in glory,
Gathered by the crystal sea.
 
 
"How can I keep from Singing"
 
My life flows on in endless song
Above earth´s lamentation
I hear the sweet, though far-off hymn
That hails a new creation
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear that music ringing
It finds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?
 
While though my joys and comforts die
I know my Saviour liveth
While though the darkness gather round
Songs in the night He giveth
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that refuge, clinging
Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing?

I lift my eyes, the cloud grows thin
I see the blue above it
And, day by day, this pathway smooths
Since, first, I learned to love it
The peace of Christ makes fresh, my heart
A fountain ever springing
All things are mine, since I am His
How can I keep from singing?
 
The peace of Christ makes fresh, my heart
A fountain ever springing
All things are mine, since I am His
How can I keep from singing?