It's Friday! Let's worship the Lord!

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? Come, have no fear, God's Son is here His love all loves exceeding Nails, spears shall pierce him through The cross he bore for me, for you Hail, hail the Word made flesh The Babe, the Son of Mary So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh All tongues and peoples, own him The King of kings salvation brings Let every heart enthrone him Raise, raise this 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 (This, this is Christ the King) This, this is Christ the King (This, this is Christ the King) This, this is Christ the King (This, this is Christ the King) This, this is Christ the King (This, this is Christ the King) The babe, the son of Mary

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Let all sing Let joy reign My thankful offering Those He sets free are free indeed So I will give Him my praise He is my Lord, He is my King And I will Praise Him Praise Him Praise Him Praise the Lord Let all rise Within Christ In Him I will abide I am the branch, He is the vine The fruit of this love is divine Together we'll be for all time And I will Praise Him Praise Him Praise Him Praise the Lord I will praise Him I will praise Him I will praise Him Praise the Lord I will praise Him I will praise Him I will praise Him Praise the Lord I will praise Him I will praise Him I will praise Him Praise the Lord Hallelujah Hallelujah Let all praise And stay awake My Lord He won't delay So keep that all year on the flame This darkness will soon fade away And I will see him face-to-face And I will Praise Him Praise Him Praise Him Praise the Lord