Blessedness of the Man, unto Whom God Imputeth Righteousness Without Works

Run my faith as credit, Lord,
 for my workmen's wages cannot
pay the cost of Calvary.

Who Wouldn't Go (Up on the Housetop)

Like a thief in the night, o Lord, descend,

down through the chimney with lots of toys

with a click and a trump and a ho, ho, ho!

Then, o Lord, what Christmas joys--

all of creation like a stocking filled

(oh, just see what a glorious fill!)

with new heav'n and earth,

with gold and pearl and precious stone.

Thy kingdom come, o Lord,

wrapped in ribbon, swaddling cloths--

all for the little ones: Christmas joys.