Announcer: This is the Wheaton College Christmas Festival.

Wheaton College Choirs: We praise thee, O God!

Dr. Philip Ryken: Merry Christmas, and welcome to the stage of Edman Memorial Chapel on the campus of Wheaton College in Wheaton, Illinois.

This year our Conservatory of Music presents a traditional service of nine lessons and carols, performed by our choirs, our Symphonic Band, and our Harp Ensemble.

Since 1860, Wheaton has been committed to Christ-centered liberal arts education, and that's expressed in part through excellence in music and worship. "

Our hope and prayer for you this Christmas is that Jesus Christ would show you the joy of his own redeeming love.

Soloist: Once in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a mother laid her baby In a manger for his bed: Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little child.

Wheaton College Choirs: He came down to earth from heaven Who is God and Lord of all, And his shelter was a stable, And his cradle was a stall; With the poor, and mean, and lowly, Lived on earth our Savior holy.

Wheaton College Choirs and Audience: And our eyes at last shall see him, Through his own redeeming love, For that child so dear and gentle Is our Lord in heaven above; And he leads his children on To the place where he is gone.

Not in that poor lowly stable, With the oxen standing by, We shall see him; but in heaven, Set at God's right hand on high; When like stars his children crowned All in white shall wait around.

Wheaton College Symphonic Band: [Instrumental symphonic band music] Applause Applause Wheaton College Men's Glee Club: Of the Father's love begotten, Ere the worlds began to be, He is Alpha and Omega, He the source, the ending he, Of the things that are, that have been, And that future years shall see, Evermore and evermore!

O that birth forever blessed, When the Virgin, full of grace, By the Holy Ghost conceiving, Bore the Savior of our race; And the Babe, the world's Redeemer, First revealed his sacred face, Evermore and evermore!

O ye heights of heaven, adore him, Angel hosts, his praises sing, Powers, dominions, bow before him, And extol our God and King; Let no tongue on earth be silent, Every voice in concert ring, Evermore and evermore!

Christ, to thee with God the Father, And, O Holy Ghost, to thee, Hymn and chant and high thanksgiving: And unwearied praises be: Honor, glory, and dominion, And eternal victory, Evermore and evermore!

Wheaton College Harp Ensemble: [Instrumental harp music] ♪ Wheaton College Choirs & Audience: Come, thou expected Jesus, Born to set thy people free; From our fears and sins release us; Let us find our rest in thee.

Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the earth thou art, Dear Desire of ev'ry nation, Joy of ev'ry longing heart.

Wheaton College Choirs and Audience: Come to earth to taste our sadness, he whose glories knew no end; Women: by his life he brings us gladness, Our Redeemer, Shepherd, Friend.

Men: Leaving riches without number, Born within a cattle stall; All: this the everlasting wonder, Christ was born the Lord of all.

Wheaton College Choirs & Audience: Born thy people to deliver, Born a child and yet a king, Born to reign in us forever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring.

By thine own eternal spirit Rule in all our hearts alone; By thine all sufficient merit, Raise us to thy glorious throne.

Wheaton College Choirs Women: God's distant call flares in the night, So long expected, so longed for; And all my life, Christ called my name, And now at last I'll answer him.

And now at last I'll answer him.

Renewed, his hope, his light in us, Incarnate, fragile, our lord appears, Alleluia, alleluia!

Eternal, so perfect, his cry of changeless love.

Wheaton College Choirs Men: Alive, awake, his call is here: Wheaton College Choirs Women: His call is here: Wheaton College Choirs Men: It is the crying Wheaton College Choirs Women: The crying Wheaton College Choirs Men: Of the child; Wheaton College Choirs Women: Of the child; Wheaton College Choirs Men: I know Christ's call, its hidden flame, Wheaton College Choirs Women: Its hidden flame, Wheaton College Choirs Men: It makes my spirit Wheaton College Choirs Women: My Spirit flare Wheaton College Choirs Men: flare with hope!

It makes my spirit flare with hope!

Wheaton College Choirs Women: Renewed, his hope, Wheaton College Choirs Men: Renewed, his hope, his light in us Wheaton College Choirs Women: His light in us Wheaton College Choirs: Incarnate, fragile, our lord appears, Alleluia, alleluia!

Eternal, so perfect, his cry of changeless love.

Wheaton College Choirs Men: This root, this stem, this flowering love, This mustard seed, Wheaton College Choirs Women: It grows to the greatest tree, The birds of soul Wheaton College Choirs: Have nested there.

The light of the night now blazes at dawn!

Wheaton College Choirs Women: Now blazes at dawn!

Wheaton College Choirs: You've led me here, O little child, Wheaton College Choirs Men: O little child, Wheaton College Choirs: Your being singing with God's life.

The kingdom sings, it choirs with earth, All creation is Christ's peace.

All creation is Christ's peace.

Wheaton College Choirs Women: Renewed, his hope, Wheaton College Choirs Men: Renewed, his hope, his light in us Wheaton College Choirs Women: His light in us Wheaton College Choirs: Incarnate, fragile, our lord appears, Alleluia, alleluia!

Eternal, so perfect, his cry of changeless love.

Wheaton College Choirs Men: Eternal, so perfect, Wheaton College Choirs: His cry of changeless love.

Wheaton College Men's Glee Club: Convidando esta la noche Aqui de musicas varias.

Al recien nacido infante Canten tiernas alabanzas Ay que me abraso ay Divino deuño ay En la hermosura ay De tus ojuelos ay Ay que me abraso ay Divino dueño ay En la hermosura ay De tus ojuelos ay Ay como llueven ay Ciendo luçeros ay Rayos de gloria ay Rayos de fuego ay Ay como llueven ay Ciendo luçeros ay Rayos de gloria ay Rayos de fuego ay Convidando esta la noche Aqui de musicas varias.

Al recien nacido infante Canten tiernas alabanzas Ay que me abraso ay Divino deuño ay En la hermosura ay De tus ojuelos ay Ay que me abraso ay Divino dueño ay En la hermosura ay De tus ojuelos ay Ay como llueven ay Ciendo luçeros ay Rayos de gloria ay Rayos de fuego ay Ay como llueven ay Ciendo luçeros ay Rayos de gloria ay Rayos de fuego Ay Wheaton College Choirs: O nata lux de lumine, Jesu redemptor saeculi, Dignare Clemens supplicum, Dignare Clemens supplicum Laudes preces que sumere Wheaton College Choirs Women: O nata lux de lumine, Wheaton College Choirs Men: O nata lux, Dignare clemens suplicum Wheaton College Choirs Women: Jesu redemptor saecumli, Wheaton College Choirs: Dignare Clemens supplicum, Dignare Clemens supplicum Laudes preces que sume Wheaton College Choirs Women: Qui carne quondam contegi Wheaton College Choirs: Qui carne quondam contegi Qui carne quondam contegi Dignatus Wheaton College Choirs Men: Dignatus es proper ditis Wheaton College Choirs: Dignatus es proper ditis Nos membra confer, Confer effici Tui beati corporis Wheaton College Choirs Women: Tui beati corporis Tui beati corporis O nata lux de Wheaton College Choirs: O nata lux de lumine, Jesu redemptor saeculi, Dignare Clemens supplicum, Dignare Clemens supplicum Laudes preces que sumere Laudes preces que sumere Wheaton College Choirs Women: O nata lux de lumine Wheaton College Choirs Men: O nata lux Wheaton College Choirs Women: Jesu redemptor saeculi Wheaton College Choirs Men: de lumine Wheaton College Concert Choir: Tomorrow shall be my dancing day: I would my true love did so chance To see the legend of my play, To call my true love to my dance: Sing O my love; O my love my love my love; This have I done for my true love.

Then was I born of a virgin pure, Of her I took fleshly substance; Thus was I knit to man's nature, To call my true love to my dance: Sing O my love; O my love my love my love; This have I done for my true love.

In a manger laid and wrapped I was, So very poor this was my chance, Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass, To call my true love to my dance: Sing O my love; O my love my love my love; This have I done for my true love.

Then afterwards baptized I was; The Holy Ghost on me did glance, My father's voice heard from above, To call my true love to my dance: Sing O my love; O my love my love my love; This have I done for my true love.

For my true love.

Soloist: My soul doth magnify the Lord.

My soul doth magnify the Lord.

And my spirit doth rejoice, My spirit doth rejoice, In God my savior.

Wheaton College Women's Chorale: For he that is mighty hath done great things.

And holy is his name.

His mercy is upon them that fear him, From generation to generation.

He has been mindful of the humble state of his servant.

He hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.

He hath brought down rulers from their thrones.

But hath lifted Lifted The humble.

For he that is might hath done great things.

And holy is his name.

And holy is his name.

And holy is his name.

And holy is his name.

My soul doth magnify the Lord.

Doth magnify The Lord.

Wheaton College Choirs: Shepherds, called by angels, Called by love and angels; No place for them but a stable.

My lord has come.

My lord has come.

My lord has come.

Wheaton College Choirs Men: Sages, searching for stars, Searching for love in heaven; Wheaton College Choirs: No place for them but a stable.

My lord has come.

My lord has come.

My lord has come.

His love will hold me, His love will cherish me, Love will cradle me.

Lead me Lead me to see him, Sages and shepherds and angels; No place for me but a stable.

No place for me but a stable.

No place for me but a stable.

My lord has come.

My lord has come.

My lord has come.

Wheaton College Choirs and Audience: 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 th'angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem!

Hark!

The herald angels sing, Glory to the newborn king.

Wheaton College Choirs: Christ by highest heav'n adored, Christ the everlasting lord!

Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb.

Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail the incarnate deity, Pleased as man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel.

Hark!

The herald angels sing, Glory to the newborn King!

Wheaton College Choirs and Audience: Hail the heav'n born prince of peace!

Hail the son of righteousness!

Light and life to all he brings, Ris'n with healing in his wings.

Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth.

Hark!

The herald angels sing, Glory to the newborn king.

Wheaton College Women's Chorale: Ce matin, J'ai recontré le train, De trois grands Rois qui allient En voyage, Ce matin, J'ai recontré le train, De trois grands Rois dessus Le grand chemin.

Tout chargés d'or Les suivant d'abord, De grand guerriers Et les gardes du trésor, Tout chargés d'or Les suivant d'abord, De grand guerriers Avec leurs boucliers.

Ce matin, J'ai recontré le train, De trois grands Rois qui allient En voyage, Ce matin, J'ai recontré le train, De trois grands Rois dessus Le grand chemin.

Tout chargés d'or Les suivant d'abord, De grand guerriers Et les gardes du trésor, Tout chargés d'or Les suivant d'abord, De grand guerriers Avec leurs boucliers.

Trois grands Rois, Trois grands Rois, Les Trois grands Rois Qui allient en voyage, Ce matin, J'ai recontré le train, De trois grands Rois dessus Le grand chemin.

Tout chargés d'or Les suivant d'abord, De grand guerriers Et les gardes du trésor, Tout chargés d'or Les suivant d'abord, De grand guerriers Avec leurs boucliers.

Les trois grands Rois, Les trois grands Rois!

Wheaton College Choirs: We praise thee, O God: We acknowledge thee to be the lord.

All the earth doth worship thee, The father everlasting.

To thee all angels cry aloud: The heav'ns, and all powers theirin.

To thee Chrubim and Seraphim Continually do cry, Holy, holy, holy: Lord God of Sabaoth.

Heav'n and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory.

The glorious company of the apostles praise thee.

The goodly fellowship of the prophets praise thee.

The noble army of martyrs praise thee.

The holy church throughout the world Doth acknowledge thee.

The father Of an infinite majesty; Thine honourable, True and only son; Also the Holy Ghost, The comforter.

Thou art the king of glory, Thou art the king of glory, O Christ.

Thou art The everlasting son of the father.

When thou took'st upon thee To deliver man, Thou didst not abhor the virgin's womb.

When thou hadst overcome The sharpness of death, Thou didst open the kingdom Of heav'n to all believers.

Thou sittest at the right hand of God In the glory of the father.

Thou sittest at the right hand of God In the glory of the father.

We believe that thou shalt come To be our judge.

We therefore pray thee, Help thy servants Who thou hast redeemed With thy precious blood.

Make them to be numbered with thy saints In glory everlasting.

Thou sittest at the right hand of God In the glory of the father.

Thou sittest at the right hand of God In the glory of the father.

Holy, Holy, Holy.

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