Medley:

O Come Emmanuel
Music: Traditional – 15th Century Gregorian Chant, France
Lyrics: Traditional translated from the 12th Century Latin

Come Thou Long Expected Jesus
Music by Rowland Pritchard
Lyrics by Charles Wesley

Arranged by Peter Link, Shelton Becton and Julia Wade
Piano: Shelton Becton
Background Vocals Arranged and Produced by Margaret Dorn
Background Vocals: Dennis Deal, Margaret Dorn, La Tanya Hall, Darryl
Tookes

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Veni veni Emmanuel
Captivum solve Israel

O come O come Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the son of God appear
Rejoice rejoice
Emmanuel shall come to thee O Israel

O come thou day-spring
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 O Israel

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Come thou long expected Jesus
Born to set thy people free
From our fears and sins release us
Let us find our rest in thee
Israel’s strength and consolation
Hope of all the earth thou art
Dear desire of every nation
Joy of every longing heart

Born thy people to deliver
Born a child and yet a king
Born to reign in us forever
Now thy gracious kingdom bring
By thine own eternal spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone
By thine all sufficient merit
Raise us to thy glorious throne
Rejoice rejoice
Emmanuel is come to thee O Israel

Christ is come to thee O Israel

Veni veni Emmanuel

Upon the Mountain
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

East of the sun
And west of the moon
Outside time
And beyond all space
There is Truth
And then there's all the rest
There is Truth
And then there's all the rest

How do you find it
How do you get there
How can you possibly break through

You start by going to the secret place
The innermost points of control
The deepest recesses of your inner space
The still point of your soul

Where matter doesn't matter
And Mind is all in all
And Truth pours forth like a fountain
Where darkness is not known
And light is all there is
And it's simply you and God
Upon the mountain

Upon the mountain

East of the sun
And west of the moon
Outside time
And beyond all space

East of the sun
And west of the moon
Outside time
And beyond all space

There is Truth
And then there's all the rest

And it's simply you and God
Upon the mountain

WWere you there
When they crucified my lord
Were you there
When they crucified my lord
Oh sometimes it causes me
To tremble tremble tremble
Were you there
When they crucified my lord
Were you there
When they nailed him to the tree
Were you there
When they nailed him to the tree
Oh sometimes it causes me
To tremble tremble tremble
Were you there
When they nailed him to the tree
Were you there
When they laid him in the tomb
Were you there
When they laid him in the tomb
Oh sometimes it causes me
To tremble tremble tremble
Were you there
When they laid him in the tomb

Woman on a Train
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link
Based on a story by Julia Wade

I met a woman on the train
Usually the conversation skirts the mundane
Usually I find a seat apart from all the people
But I can't complain
About the night I met a woman on the train

I show her my Kindle on the train
She sits in rapt amazement while I explain
She admits to me she's 83 and looks much younger
But I sense her pain
As the night rolls on behind us on the train

I tell her I sing every weekend
At a church in Boston
She confesses to being a Cath'lic
And that she finds me a little odd

She says she told her children
To go and find their own truth
I look into her eyes
And give my new/old friend a nod
She says, "Oh honey, we all are children of God"
Oh honey, we all are children of God

We talk a lifetime on the train
The veils of social prudence
No longer pertain
Funny how we open up so quick
To perfect strangers
But I can't complain
All because we shared two lifetimes
On the train

I tell her of all my regrets
Of never raising children
She admits to her rash impatience
And that she should have spared the rod

We both look out the window
And accept our imperfections
I look into her eyes
And give my new/old friend a nod
She says, "Oh honey, we all are children of God"
Oh honey, we all are children of God

New York to Boston
Boston to New York
Trains have a way of putting a stop on time
No one grows any older on a train
A perfect stranger
Sleeps head on my shoulder
The sleeping train gets quiet
The car a little colder
Mile after mile
With her head upon my shoulder
And I dare not move a muscle
Lest she wake
This woman on a train

The Night I Met St. Nick
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

I was hiding ‘hind the sofa
When he came down the chimney
Cuz I did not believe
He could ach-ally come down the chimney
But he came down the chimney
Just like they always said he would
Uh hum yeah
With a grunt and a whoosh ... and kerplop!

It amazed me so, I forgot I was hiding
So, I stood up in amazement at a fat man in a red suit
With a scowl upon his face.
“What in tarnation are you doing up now
At this ungodly hour, young lady?”
He said as he texted on his iPhone back up North to his elf

“Well, Mr. Claus,” I replied, most polite,
“I guess I just had to see for myself!”

“Well now you’ve gone an’ done it!”
As he pulled out his list.

“Let’s see here uuuuuuhhhhh, you must be young Julie
Is that right?”
“Well, that’s right!” said I.
“Well you’re now in big trouble, sure as pie”

“I got a most busy schedule now you’re makin’ me late
Right now I oughta be back in my sled instead
So go ahead now ... an’ go back to bed!
And doncha be peekin’ through the keyhole.”

When I got up that morning — that Christmas morning—
There was nothing in my stocking but a lump of coal
Rats

I woulda cried my eyes out, but remember, good people
It was just a dream
Just a dream ...
It was just a dream about the night I met St. Nick

I dunno if he was a saint, but he sure was cute!
OK, don’t go away. There’s more to this story.

Next Christmas Eve I was hidin’ again ‘hind the sofa
As he whooshed down the chimney
“I remember you,
You’re that girl, you’re Julie,”
That’s right, cutie pie.
“You were trouble from the git go
An’ now you’re back again, my friend.
Uh hum yeah
This ain’t right an’ it’s just got to stop”

“Only this time ach-ally I’m kinda glad ta’ see ya’,
I’m a little bit stuck here
Got a flat tire on a reindeer
An’ I’m plum done outta spares.”

Who ever heard of such a thing like that?
Well now remember, good people
It was just a dream
Just a dream …
It was just a dream about another night I met St. Nick

I never promised it would make much sense.

So I grabbed him my ol’ trusty bicycle pump
An’ we went swoosh up the chimney in a flash

And there stood Dasher, Dancer, Prancer an’ the others
I fixed that ol’ flat tire in the blink of a lash
An’ old Saint Nick was off like a shot

He’s shoutin’ “Merry Merry Christmas” across the sky
“To all a Happy Happy New Year”
He never looked back
He never said thanks
He just disappeared into the clouds

Hold on, just wait a minute, Santa!
Here I am stuck on the roof!
An’ no way I’m goin’ back down that chimney
It’s too darn dirty an’ I just don’t have it in me
An’ besides you never even said thank you

When I got up that morning — that Christmas morning —
My stocking was filled to the brim and overflowing
Presents in the kitchen
Presents in the bath tub
Presents in the attic and presents in the shed
And even one more under the pillow in my bed.

I coulda cried my eyes out
At all the presents he left me
But then again my friend
It was just a dream
It was just a dream about the night I met
Or was it?
Nah …
It was just a dream about the night I met St. Nick

Psalm
Music by Peter Link
Lyrics by King David

How Precious are your thoughts oh God
How great is the sum of them how grand
If I could count them all oh God
They are more in number than the sand

Whither shall I go from thy spirit
Or whither shall I flee from thy care
If I ascend up into heaven
You are there
You are there
And if I make my bed with the devil
Behold
You are there
In the halls of heaven
You are there
Watching over me

If I take the wings of the morning
And I dwell
In the uttermost parts of the sea
Even there your left hand shall lead me
And your right shall always hold to me
For you are there
You are there
On the wings of morning
You are there
Always holding me

If I say surely the darkness
Shall cover me
Even the night shall light my way
Yea the darkness cannot hide from thee
But with you the night shines as the day
And I will praise thee
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made
Yes I will praise thee
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made

How marvelous are thy works oh God
And that my soul knows right well

How precious are your thoughts oh God
How great is the sum of them how grand
If I could count them all oh God
They are more in number than the sand
They are more in number than the sand
They are more in number than the sand
They are more in number than the sand
They are more in number than the sand
They are more in number than the sand

Copyright 2004 Westrax Music Publishing

Satisfied

Lyrics by Mary Baker Eddy
Music by Peter Link

It matters not what be thy lot,
So Love doth guide;
For storm or shine,
pure peace is thine,
What-e’er betide.

And of these stones, or tyrants’ thrones,
God able is
To raise up seed—in thought and deed—
To faithful His.

Aye, darkling sense, arise, go hence!
Our God is good.
False fears are foes—truth tatters those,
When understood.

Love looseth thee, and lifteth me,
Ayont hate’s thrall:
There Life is light,
and wisdom might,
And God is All.

The centuries break,
the earth-bound wake,
God’s glorified!
Who doth His will—His likeness still—
Is satisfied.

Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection

On My Way to You
Music and Lyrics by Michel LeGrand and Alan & Marilyn Bergman

So often as I wait for sleep
I find myself reciting
The words I've said or should have said
Like scenes that need rewriting

The smiles I never answered
Doors perhaps I should have opened
Songs forgotten in the morning

I relive the roles I've played
The tears I may have squandered
The many pipers I have paid
Along the roads I've wandered

Yet all the time I knew it
Love was somewhere out there waiting
Though I may regret a kiss or two

If I had changed a single day
What went amiss or went astray
I may have never found my way to you

It happens so often as I wait for sleep…

And all the time I knew it
Love was somewhere out there waiting
Though I may regret a kiss or two

If I had changed a single day
What went amiss or went astray
I would not change a thing that happened
On my way to you

Apacienta mis Ovejas
Feed My Sheep

Texto inglés por Mary Baker Eddy
Música por Peter Link

La colina, di, Pastor,
cómo he de subir;
cómo a Tu rebaño yo
debo apacentar.
Fiel Tu voz escucharé,
para nunca errar;
y con gozo seguiré
por el duro andar.

La colina, di, Pastor,
cómo he de subir.

Lo rebelde rendirás,
lo cruel herirás;
de su sueño al mundo habrás
Tú de despertar.
Extranjero en playa hostil,
lucho con afán;
por la puerta entro al fin,
y me aceptarás.

La colina, di, Pastor
cómo he de subir.

En el triunfo o dolor,
o en la oscuridad,
guía a Tu rebaño hoy
hacia Ti, Señor.
Sana el alma y danos pan
hasta ver la luz;
blancos Tus corderos van
tras de Ti, Pastor.

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

Shepherd, show me how to go
O’er the hillside steep,
How to gather, how to sow,—
How to feed Thy sheep;
I will listen for Thy voice,
Lest my footsteps stray;
I will follow and rejoice
All the rugged way.

Shepherd, show me how to go
O’er the hillside steep.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will,
Wound the callous breast,
Make self-righteousness be still,
Break earth’s stupid rest.
Strangers on a barren shore,
Lab’ring long and lone,
We would enter by the door,
And Thou know’st Thine own;

Shepherd, show me how to go
O’er the hillside steep.

So, when day grows dark and cold,
Tear or triumph harms,
Lead Thy lambkins to the fold,
Take them in Thine arms;
Feed the hungry, heal the heart,
Till the morning’s beam;
White as wool, ere they depart,
Shepherd, wash them clean.

Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection

Bird Song
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

Silver bird fly
Spiritual bird sing
Bird song
The Christ is born
Spread the word
Let fly
The song of peace
Sweet release
Sail on silver bird
Across the world
Spread the word
A new age dawns
As the silver bird streaks
Across the red sun
Across the rising sun

Sail on silver bird
Across the world
Sail on little bird
And take this message
That the son of God
Has joined us on this earth
And brings us nothing but the good word

It’s the word of God
He brings to all
It’s a kind of peace
That lasts forever
It’s a love that radiates
From one to one another
Never fading away

Sail and sing your song, Bird
As you soar among the mountains
As you wind along the rivers of life
Sing it to each heart
Sing into the mind of mankind

Silver bird fly
From this stable
Humble
Where Christ is born
Spread the word
Go forth
His Kingdom come
A pendulum
Back and forth between
The prophesy
And the unforeseen
The time has come
A new age dawns
And the world will now change
From one of sorrow
To one abounding hope

Sail on silver bird
Across the world
Sail on little bird
And take this message
That the son of God
Has joined us on this earth
And brings us nothing but the good word

Sail and sing your song, Bird
As you wing your way through cities
Through the masses and the chaos of life
Sing it to each soul
Sing it to the shambles of man

Silver bird fly
Unto the people
Tell them
The Christ is born
Silver bird fly
And sing your song
The Christ is born
This Christmas morn
The Christ is born
This Christmas morn
The Christ is born
This Christmas morn
The Christ is born