Folk Songs

In a seemly throng, let's give praise sweetly, and full gloriously,
Singing with our lips, fruits of talent, in full–voiced rhyme:
God has sent the Lamb of his bosom to benefit earth's family,
News is to be proclaimed today of the birth of great Jesus.
"Glory!" was the song from the hosts of fair heaven
Playing the strings of their harps with their talents aflame,
And to worship the Godhead in Manhood is now the aim of their praise,
For the Saviour born unto us to raise us from our misery and sickness.

From the land of Ephrata to Calvary, throughout his life, to the end,
He always had stormy weather during his life from cradle to the Cross;
The hard-hearted Jews were cruel to a degree,
And common throughout the priesthood was enmity seeking his death –
But Jesus toiled unremittingly, just like his father:
Healing the sick, bringing light to the blind, and the lame of the land;
He preached his kingdom in its majesty and with purpose in the world;
Let us praise Jesus for deliverance. He came in time to redeem us.
His pure unblemished life proved to everyone
That he was the Son of God, Heir of Heaven, God of Hosts, and no less;
His works demonstrated his publicly to thousands there and then
When he called on the dead and raised them brightly up.

But Jesus was betrayed, and sold by his servant
For thirty pieces, and no more, as a treasure for the wicked;
And there came an armed crowd with support to him in public,
With Judas the betrayer gleefully revealing where he was.
And then with haste, and in his sweat, he set out,
Full of patience, as a gentle Lamb, meekly for the court;
He was condemned to be crucified and wheeled along his back,
He died willingly when he expired, and he arose, yes, again.
Well, let us during our lives seek the great religion of the Cross,
For him who believes in Jesus there is nothing to pay;
The blood of Jesus erases the entire debt of the Father's family,
Therefore give thanks and praise, the peace is freely ours.