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Oh Come BEHOLD Emmanuel!
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Oh come! Oh come Emmanuel!
And ransom captive Israel, who mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appeares.
Rejoice, Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee of Israel.
Oh Come, thou Dayspring, come and cheer
Our spirits by thine advent here!
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice, Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee of Israel.
Oh come desire of nations bind all people in one heart and mind!
Bid envy, strife, and quarrels cease.
Fill the whole world with Heaven's peace
Rejoice, Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee of Israel.
Behold! Behold Emmanuel!
Became He flesh and entered His world,
Becoming sin who knew no sin.
Conquered death and the grave, now at the Father's side He reigns
Behold! Behold Emmanuel!
The Saviour King of Israel.
Rejoice! Rejoice Emmanuel has come!
And will come again bringing His kingdom.
He's the Truth, He's the Life, He is the Way,
He is Emmanuel!
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Preach It Ray Ray! Springfield, Missouri
A basement project of Ray Ray, serving up the Gospel with a side of Punk Rawk.
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