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LYRICS:
A spotless Rose is blowing
Sprung from a tender root
Of ancient seers' foreshowing
Of Jesse promis'd fruit;
Its fairest bud unfolds to light
Amid the cold, cold winter
And in the dark midnight

The Rose which I am singing
Whereof Isaiah said
Is from its sweet root springing
In Mary, purest Maid;
For through our God's great love and might
The Blessed Babe she bare us
In a cold, cold winter's night

LYRICS:
I'm sure he must have been surprised
At where this road had taken him
Cause never in a million lives
Would he have dreamed of Bethlehem

And standing at the manger
He saw with his own eyes
The message from the angel come to life
And Joseph said

Why me, I'm just a simple man of trade
Why Him with all the rulers in the world
Why here inside this stable filled with hay
Why her, she's just an ordinary girl
Now I'm not one to second guess
What angels have to say
But this is such a strange way to save the world

To think of how it could have been
If Jesus had come as He deserved
There would have been no Bethlehem
No lowly shepherds at His birth

But Joseph knew the reason
Love had to reach so far
And as he held the Savior in his arms
He must have thought

Why me, I'm just a simple man of trade
Why Him with all the rulers in the world
Why here inside this stable filled with hay
Why her, she's just an ordinary girl
Now I'm not one to second guess
What angels have to say
But this is such a strange way to save the world

Now, I'm not one to second guess
What angels have to say
But this is such a strange way to save the world
This is such a strange way
Such a strange way
A strange way to save the world

Lyrics:
Who else would rocks cry out to worship
Whose glory taught the stars to shine
Perhaps creation longs to have the words to sing
But this joy is mine

With a thousand hallelujahs
We magnify Your Name
You alone deserve the glory
The honor and the praise
Lord Jesus this song is forever Yours
A thousand hallelujahs
And a thousand more

[Bridge]
He made His mercies new, 'cause He knew we'd forget
All the things He's done and just how good He is
He's a faithful God, every word is true
And He always does just what He says He'll do

[Chorus]
You can count on that, you know what He's like
You've seen Him do it a thousand times
Yeah, even in the dead of night
There's never been a mornin' when the sun don't rise
He'll never let go, you know that it's true
He's still that good and He's still got you
You can count on that, you know what He's like
You've seen Him do it a thousand times

LYRICS:
I'm feeling like the eagle that rises
Flies above the earth and it's troubles
Oh yes he knows that there are valleys below
But under his wings there's a stronger power

Oh Father - You are my strength
On You I'll wait upon

CHORUS:
You make the road rise up to meet me
You make the sun shine warm upon my face
The wind is at my back and the rain falls soft
God, I lift You high
You are my Abba

Running in this face to the finish line
The only road for me is the narrow
Not gonna stop or even look to the side

When I fix my eyes on You Jesus
Oh Father (Abba) - You are my strength
Now more than ever

CHORUS

When you've run too far - and the road is long
Can't walk another mile - He is waiting
Hope in Him again - He'll renew you
Then you will rise, gather up your wings and fly...
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CHORUS

Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
He gives strength to the weary
To those who hope in Him
They will soar like eagles

Abendlied, ("Evening Song") is a sacred motet by Josef Rheinberger for a six-part mixed choir. It has been regarded as his best-known sacred composition. He wrote the first version in 1855 at the age of 15.
The text is a verse from the biblical narration of the Road to Emmaus appearance according to Luke 24:29 in Martin Luther's German version of the bible.

"Abide with Me" is a Christian hymn by Scottish Anglican cleric Henry Francis Lyte. A prayer for God to stay with the speaker throughout life and in death, it was written by Lyte in 1847 as he was dying from tuberculosis. It is most often sung to the tune "Eventide" by the English organist William Henry Monk.

A beloved hymn of peace and prayer in the face of change. There is a story in which a dying woman recited this hymn as she lay in bed during her last hours. An observer writes, “As I came away from that room, which had been as the vestibule of heaven, I understood how the ‘light of eventide’ could be only a flashing forth of the overwhelming glory that plays for ever around the throne of God.” What a beautiful image when we see the light of day ebbing – this light is only a shadow of the light of life that shines forth from Christ.