| Lyric |
Song |
| Christ by highest heaven adored / Christ the everlasting Lord | |
| But say a prayer, pray for the other ones / At Christmastime it's hard, but when you're having fun | |
| Sing choirs of angels / Sing in exhultation | |
| He rules the world with truth and grace / And makes the nations prove (4th verse) | |
| Not only in the summertime / But even in winter is thy prime | |
| Strings of street lights, even stop lights / Blink a bright red and green | |
| Outside the snow is falling / And friends are calling 'Yoo Hoo' | |
| Shepherds, why this jubilee? / Why your joyous strains prolong? | |
| And so this is Christmas / For Weak and For Strong | |
| Hither, page, and stand by me / If thou know'st it, telling | |
| In Bethlehem, in Israel / The blessed babe was born | |
| A day or two ago / I thought I'd take a ride | |
| Why lies He in such mean estate / Where ox and ass are feeding | |
| She'd been drinkin' too much eggnog / And we'd begged her not to go | |
| Gone away is the bluebird / Here to stay is a new bird | |
| For Christ is born of Mary / And gathered all above | |
| He's making a list / He's checking it twice | |
| Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming / With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand | |
| Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe / Help to make the season bright | |
| Still through the cloven skies they come / With peaceful wings unfurled | |
| When the clock is striking twelve / When I'm fast asleep | |
| Born a King on Bethlehem's plain / Gold I bring to crown Him again | |
| The cattle are lowing / the poor Baby wakes | |
| It doesn't show signs of stopping / And I've bought some corn for popping | |
