{c:Verse 1}
Lord I come I confess
Bowing here I find my rest
And without You I fall apart
You're the one that guides my heart

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Lord I need You oh I need You
Ev'ry hour I need You
My one defense my righteousness
Oh God how I need You
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Where sin runs deep Your grace is more
Where grace is found is where You are
And where You are Lord I am free
Holiness is Christ in me
Where You are Lord I am free
Holiness is Christ in me

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Lord I need You oh I need You
Ev'ry hour I need You
My one defense my righteousness
Oh God how I need You
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So teach my song to rise to You
When temptation comes my way
And when I cannot stand I'll fall on You
Jesus You're my hope and stay
And when I cannot stand I'll fall on You
Jesus You're my hope and stay

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Lord I need You oh I need You
Ev'ry hour I need You
My one defense my righteousness
Oh God how I need You
My one defense my righteousness
Oh God how I need You
{eoc}

[Em][B7][Em][B7]

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God [Em]rest ye merry, gentlemen,
Let [C]nothing you dis[B7]may;
Re[Em]member Christ our Saviour
Was [C]born on Christmas [B7]Day
To [Am]save us all from [G]Satan's pow'r
When [Em]we were gone a[D]stray.
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O [G]tidings of [B7]comfort and [Em]joy,
Comfort and [D]joy;
O [G]tidings of [B7]comfort and [Em]joy.
[Em][B7][Em][B7]
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From [Em]God our heavenly Father
A [C]blessed angel [B7]came,
And [Em]unto certain shepherds
Brought [C]tidings of the [B7]same,
How [Am]that in Bethle[G]hem was born
The [Em]Son of God by [D]name.
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O [G]tidings of [B7]comfort and [Em]joy,
Comfort and [D]joy;
O [G]tidings of [B7]comfort and [Em]joy.
[Em][B7][Em][B7]
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"Fear [Em]not, then," said the angel,
"Let [C]nothing you af[B7]fright;
This [Em]day is born a Saviour
Of [C]a pure virgin [B7]bright,
To [Am]free all those who [G]trust in Him
From [Em]Satan's power and [D]might."
{soc}
O [G]tidings of [B7]comfort and [Em]joy,
Comfort and [D]joy;
O [G]tidings of [B7]comfort and [Em]joy.
[Em][B7][Em][B7]
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Now [Em]to the Lord sing praises,
All [C]you within this [B7]place,
And [Em]with broken and humble hearts
The [C]Saviour now em[B7]brace;
This [Am]holy tide of [G]Christmas
Doth [Em]bring redeeming [D]grace.
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O [G]tidings of [B7]comfort and [Em]joy,
Comfort and [D]joy;
O [G]tidings of [B7]comfort and [Em]joy,
Comfort and [D]joy;
O [G]tidings of [B7]comfort and [Em]joy.
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[C]Joy to the world!  The Lord has come;
Let [F]earth re[G]ceive her [Am]King.
Let [F]every [C]heart pre[F]pare Him [C]room,
And [Am]heav'n and nature sing,
And [G]heav'n and nature sing,
And [F]heav'n and [C]heav'n and [G]nature [C]sing.
[FM7][][C][G]

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[C]Joy to the world!  The Saviour reigns;
Let [F]men their [G]songs em[Am]ploy.
While [F]fields and [C]floods, rocks, [F]hills and [C]plains
Re[Am]peat the sounding joy,
Re[G]peat the sounding joy,
Re[F]peat, re[C]peat the [G]sounding [C]joy.
[FM7][][C][G]

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[C]No more let sins, and sorrows grow,
Nor [F]thorns in[G]fest the [Am]ground;
He [F]comes to [C]make His [F]blessings [C]flow
Far [Am]as the curse is found,
Far [G]as the curse is found,
Far [F]as, far [C]as the curse [G]is [C]found.
[FM7][][C][G]

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[C]He rules the world with truth and grace,
And [F]makes the [G]nations [Am]prove
The [F]glories [C]of His [F]righteous[C]ness,
And [Am]wonders of His love,
And [G]wonders of His love,
And [F]wonders, [C]wonders of [G]His [C]love.
And [Am]wonders of His love,
And [G]wonders of His love,
And [F]wonders, [C]wonders
[Gsus4]of       [G]His       [C]love.

Author: William Chatterton Dix

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 priase,
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 praise,
The Babe, the Son of God.