It's Christmas - Natale In Vaticano [compilation] (2001) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

Hark! The herald the angels sing,
'Glory to the new born King;
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skie;
With th'angelic host proclaim,
'Christ is born in Bethlehem!'

Hark! The herald angels sing;

'Glory to the new born King!'



Christ, by highest heav'n adored,

Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail th'incarnate Deity!
Pleased as Man with man to dwell;
Jesus, our Immanuel!

Hark! The herald angels sing

'Glory to the new born King!'



Hail, the heav'nly Prince of peace!

Hail, the Son of Righteouness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Ris'n with healing in His wings.
Mild He leaves His throne on high,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.

Hark! The herald angels sing,

'Glory to the new born King!'



Come, Desire of nations, come,

Fix in us Thy humble home;
Oh, to all Thyself impart,
Formed in each believing heart!
Hark! The herald angels sing,
'Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.

Hark! The herald angels sing,

'Glory to the new born King!'

Hands (Christmas Version)

In the end only kindness matters
In the end ?mmmmmmmmm ?
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all okay
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I'll gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours,
They are my own
But they're not yours,
They are my own
And I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We will fight not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right

'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours,
They are my own
But they're not yours,
They are my own
I am never broken

('Cuz) In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours,
They are my own
But they're not yours,
They are my own

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours,
They are my own
But they're not yours,
They are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken

We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's hands
We are God's eyes
We are God's eyes
We are reflections of God
(God's hands)
We are reflections of God
(We are God's eyes)
We are reflections of God