Hark the herald angels sing 'Glory to the newborn King! Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled' Joyful, all ye nations rise Join the triumph of the skies With the angelic host proclaim: 'Christ is born in… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Joyful, all ye nations, rise. Join the triumph of the skies. With angelic hosts proclaim "Christ is born in Bethlehem! — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Hark the herald angels sing, 'Glory to the new-born king.' Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled! — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
“Ah! Gentle, gracious Dove, And art thou grieved in me, That sinners should restrain thy love, And say, “It is not free: It is… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Come to earth to taste our sadness, He whose glories knew no end. By His life He brings us gladness, our Redeemer, Shepherd, Friend.… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Our children will grow up confused, not respecting the Bible or anything else that is sacred. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
One family--we dwell in Him, One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Rejoice, the Lord is King! Your Lord and King adore; Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your heart, lift up… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Not from his head was woman took, As made her husband to o'erlook; Not from his feet, as one designed The footstool of the… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Hark the herald angels sing 'Glory to the newborn King! Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled' Joyful, all ye nations… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand Saints attending Swell the triumph of His train. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
