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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, O Wisdom from on high,
who ordered all things with his might,
to us the path of knowledge show,
and teach us in its ways to go.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O come, great Lord of might,
who to your tribes on Sinai's height,
in ancient times didst give the law,
in cloud and majesty and awe.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O Branch of Jesse's stem,
unto your own and rescue them!
From depths of hell your people save,
and give them victory o'er the grave.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O Key of David, come
and open wide our heavenly home.
Make safe for us the heavenward road,
and bar the way to death's abode.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O Bright and Morning Star,
and bring us comfort from afar!
Dispel the shadows of the night
and turn our darkness into light.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O King of nations, bind
in one the hearts of all mankind.
Bid all our sad divisions cease,
and be yourself our King of Peace.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
shall come to thee, O Israel.
Rejoice (a lot)
Come be with us your passersby.
And haste the day you whistle for the fly.
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The stars somehow look different
Subtle but magnificent
Guiding their disciples to a slum
I followed at a distance near
To the rewrite of existence here
His mother asked me if I’d play my drum
Is it I, Lord, is it I?
Is it I, Lord, is it I?
Years grew short and days grew long
I’d find myself humming that song
And chuckle at the shuffling of the sheep
He called and he said follow me
Said I would catch and set men free
That we would bring the morning to their sleep
He told us to be passersby
That peace would be our battle cry
Though many were confused at what he meant
We took our place amidst their strife
Intoxicated by this life
When they shake off their wine they will repent
Is it time, Lord, is it time?
Is it time, Lord, is it time?
That night around the table spread
The living and soon to be dead
My pockets weighed me down into my seat
My brothers none the wiser when
He took a rag and water then
One by one he knelt beneath our feet
I was a stranger in their midst
The king sat waiting for my kiss
With Eleazar laying on his breast
My face reflected in the wine
He told the whole world of my crime
I whispered the same chorus as the rest
Is it I, Lord, is it I?
Is it I, Lord, is it I?
They buried him with my conceit
I threw the silver at their feet
But bitter tears don’t stain your hands like blood
I pictured him there next to me
The wrong man hanging on a tree
To glimpse the forest walking through the mud
The rope drew tight and closed the bars,
I met the deep with open arms
Contrition turned to fire in the sea
But in the prison of my choice
Comes a mighty shout and gentle voice
Dear traitor, I have come to set you free
Is it I lord, is it I?
Is it I, Lord, is it?
Is it I, lord, is it I?
Is it time, Lord, is it time?
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