* = Congregational hymn
† = Women's chorus
(titles link to music)
†Come and See
Lyrics: Anna M. Molgard
Music: Anna M. Molgard and Rachel P. Mohlman
Flute: Maren Crowley
Good tidings of joy abound.
The angels are all around us rejoicing,
The day long foretold has arrived at last.
The time of rejoicing is never past.
Come witness Messiah's resplendent day,
Come with us and see where He lay.
Come and see,
Come and see!
Come witness the miracle born on this day.
Make haste as you travel and do not delay.
Come savor the light that ascended this morn.
Come and see, Christ the Lord is born.
Go carry the word abroad.
He has come the beloved Son of God.
The Light that was promised shines bright today.
The heavens have opened and shown us the way.
Come witness Messiah's triumphant morn.
The Savior, hosanna, is born.
Come and see,
Come and see!
Come witness the miracle born on this day.
Make haste as you travel and do not delay.
Come savor the light that ascended this morn.
Come and see, Christ the Lord is born.
Come and see,
He lives today.
Come and hear His word.
The clear, pure hope of the Light of the World,
Come and see!
Come and see!
Come and see,
Come and see!
Come witness the miracle born on this day.
Make haste as you travel and do not delay.
Come savor the light that ascended this morn.
Come and see, Christ the Lord!
Come and see, Christ the Lord is born.
Luke 2.1-7
*Away in a Manger
†Once Within a Lowly Manger
Arranged: Mary Ellen Loose
Flute: Maren Crowley
Luke 2.8-14
†The First Noël
Arranged: Marianne Larsen and Rachel P. Mohlman
Verse 3
Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heav'nly Lord
The pains of sin and death he fought
And with his blood mankind hath bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel!
Born is the King!
Praises we sing!
Born is the King of Israel!
Instrumental French Carol Medley
Il est né, le divin enfant / Quelle est cette odeur agréable? / Un flambeau, Jeannette, Isabelle
By Jaren Hinckley
Jaren Hinckley, Clarinet
Christian Smith, Bassoon
Ron Brough, Vibraphone
*Mary's Lullaby
†Lullaby
By J. Frederick Keel
Sleep little Baby, I love Thee, I love Thee.
Sleep little King, I am bending above Thee.
How shall I know what to sing?
How shall I know what to sing,
Here in my arms as I swing
Thee to sleep?
Hushaby low,
Rockaby so,
Hushaby low.
Kings may have wonderful jewels to bring.
Mother has only a kiss for her King,
Only a kiss for her King.
Why should my singing so make me to weep?
Only I know that I love Thee, my little one, sleep!
Hushaby low,
Rockaby so,
Hushaby low.
Matthew 2.1-11
*With Wondering Awe
†With Wondering Awe
Music: Rachel P. Mohlman
Alma 26.8,13; Zephaniah 3.14-17
Remarks: President Alexander