Hymns

I sing the almighty power of God

In the darkness of the still night

Come, you thankful people, come

Praise God for the harvest of orchard and field

We plough the fields, and scatter

Lord, you sometimes speak in wonders

The prophets' voice comes down the years

Light of the world,you stepped into darkness

Like a candle flame,flickering small in our darkness

O come, O come, Immanuel

Praise to the God who clears the way

Beneath the paper wrappings, there's an open stable door