The Priests - Noël (2010) by The Priests (보컬) on maniadb.com

The first Nowell, the angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night that was so deep

Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell
Born is the King of Israel

They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East beyond them far
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night

Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell
Born is the King of Israel

Then let us all with one accord
(Then let us all with one accord)
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord
(Sing praises to our heavenly Lord)
That hath made heaven and earth of nought
(That hath made heaven and earth of nought)
And with his blood mankind hath bought
(And with his mankind hath bought)

Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell
Born is the King of Israel
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell
Born is the King (Born is the King)
Born is the King (Born is the King)
Born is the King of Israel

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweethead.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky,
And stay by my bedside till morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask thee to stay,
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care,
And lift us for heaven, to live with thee there.

In Dulci Jubilo - Now sing with hearts a glow
Our delight and pleasure - Lies In praesepio;
Like sunshine is a treasure - Matris in gremio,
Alpha es et O! - Alpha es et O!

O Jesu parvule, to thee I sing always
Comfort my hearts blindness - O puer optime
With all thine loving kindness - O princeps gloriae.
Trahe me post te. - Trahe me post te.

Ubi sunt gaudia, - In any place but there?
There are Angels singing - Nova cantica
And there the bells are ringing - In Regis curia.
O that we were there! - O that we were there!

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing, Alleluia
Christ, the Savior is born
Christ, the Savior is born

Silent night, holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold him
Born the King of angels
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord

God of God
Light of light
Lo, he abhors not the Virgin's womb
Very God begotten, not created
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord

Yea, Lord, we greet thee
Born this happy morning
Jesus, to thee be all glory given
Son of the Father
Now in flesh appearing
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord

O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord
(O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant)
Christ the Lord, 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 lord,
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 the song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby:
Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
The Babe, the Son of Mary.