Listen to Carol of the Bells / What Child Is This (Medley) by Yolanda Adams

Carol of the Bells / What Child Is This (Medley)

Yolanda Adams

R&B/Soul

7,746 Shazams

Music Video

Carol of the Bells / What Child Is This - Medley
Watch {trackName} music video by {artistName}

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yolanda Adams
Yolanda Adams
Performer
Alex Al
Alex Al
Bass Guitar
Jason White
Jason White
Conductor
Steve Ferrone
Steve Ferrone
Drums
Greg Phillinganes
Greg Phillinganes
Keyboards
Sean Dancy
Sean Dancy
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Buster & Shavoni
Buster & Shavoni
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Rideau
Dave Rideau
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hark! how the bells Sweet silver bells All seem to say, "Throw cares away." Christmas is here Bringing good cheer To young and old Meek and the bold Ding, dong, ding, dong That is their song With joyful ring All caroling One seems to hear Words of good cheer From ev'rywhere Filling the air O how happy are their tones Gaily they ring While people sing Songs of good cheer Christmas is here Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas On, on they send On without end Their joyful tone To ev'ry home Ding, dong, ding, dong. What child is this, who, laid to rest, On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The babe, the son of Mary Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christian, fear, for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The babe, the son of Mary So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh, Come, peasant, King, to own Him; The King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone Him. This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The babe, the son of Mary Nails and spear shall pierce Him through The cross be born for me, for you Hail, hail, the Word made flesh The Babe, the Son of Mary Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and lamb are feeding? Good Christian, fear, for sinners here The silent Word is pleading.
Writer(s): Peter J. Wilhousky, William Chatterton Dix Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out