~Dad's Christmas Page~
Francis Xavier Sobien ~
6/8/37 - 2/1/99
OH COME ALL YE FAITHFUL
joyful and triumphant,
Oh come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold him, born the king of angels,
Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him
Oh come let us adore him, Christ the lord.
Sing, choirs of angels, sing with exultations,
Sing all ye citizens of heav'n above.
Glory to God, in the highest
Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him
Oh come let us adore him, Christ the lord.
Yea, Lord we greet thee, born this happy morning,
Jesus, to thee be glory giv'n
Word of the father, now In flesh appearing
Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him
Oh come let us adore him, Christ the lord.
Adeste fideles, laete triumphantes
Venite, venite in Bethlehem.
Natum videte, Regem anglelorum
Venite adoremus
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus,
Dominum.
Angels We Have Heard On High
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria...
Gloria, In Excelsius Deo
Shepherd why this jubilee,
Why your joyous strains prolong
What the gladsome tidings be,
Which inspire your heavenly song?
Gloria...
Gloria, In Excelsius Deo
Come to Bethlehem and see,
Him whose birth the angels sing
Come adore on bended knee,
Christ the Lord the newborn king.
Gloria...
Gloria, In Excelsius Deo
See him in a manger laid,
Whom the choirs of angels praise
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise.
Gloria...
Gloria, In Excelsius Deo
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!
Christ, by highest heav'n adored:
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favored one.
Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see;
Hail, th'incarnate Deity:
Pleased, as man, with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel!
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King!
Hail! the heav'n-born Prince of peace!
Hail! the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die:
Born to raise the sone of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King!
Be not sorrowful that I am gone
And my earthly life is done.
Be not sad I passed away,
For in you, my children,
I live each day.
There is a little of me in all of you,
In each new one I live anew.
So you see, I'll never be really gone
As long as there are children to carry on.
I have had my share of love,
sorrow and strife.
I have lived a full and fruitful life.
So do not mourn, and do not weep,
For I have earned this peaceful sleep.
~ Author unknown
You had such a beautiful smile
and it has touched me
With Love
Ann, Laurasmom
For Your Daddy
May He Be At the Banquet Table of the Lord
Love
Ann, Laurasmom
GEOFFREY P. EDWARDS
A friend can hear a tear drop. 
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