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Steven Curtis Chapman


Информация
Дата рождения 21 ноября 1962 г.
Откуда Paducah, Kentucky, U.S.
Жанры Christian Rock
Pop
Годы 1987—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
Sparrow Records
EMI Group
Sony Music
Сайт Website



Альбом Steven Curtis Chapman



1995
1.
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing/The Music Of Christma
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Interlude: The Music of Christmas
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9.
Carol of the Bells
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Hark! The Herald Angels Sing/The Music Of Christma

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In a one bedroom apartment on the humble side of town
There stands a little Christmas tree, looks a lot like Charlie Brown's,
And underneath there's one little gift for him and one little gift for her.

After six months on the new job, they're still barely getting by,
So in the way of decorations, there's nothing there to catch your eye;
But both of them would be the first to say:
We're together, we're gonna have the merriest Christmas anyway.

CHORUS
âЂ?Cause Christmas is all in the heart, that's where the feeling starts,
And like a fire inside, it touches every part,
âЂ?Cause Christmas is all in the heart,
And even if no white snow falls, that's all right (okay) because
The joy can still be found, wherever you are,
âЂ?Cause Christmas is all in the heart.

Two little blonde haired boys with big dreams, tried to sleep but sleep wouldn't come;
We'd be tearing into presents, long before the break of dawn,
With Mom and Dad and cameras making sure we'd never forget that day.

Now I'm the one who's taking pictures, in the middle of the night,
Of my own blonde headed dreamers that just can't wait until daylight,
And in my sleeps eyes the spark still glows;
Well I guess there's just some things a kid never outgrows.

(chorus)

No, it's not in the snow that may or may not fall,
And it's not in the gifts around the tree;
It's in the love heaven gave, the night our Savior came,
And that same love can still be found wherever you are,
âЂ?Cause Christmas is all in the heart -
It's all in the heart.


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Angels we have heard on high

Sweetly singing o'er the plains

And the mountains in reply

Echo back their joyous strains

Gloria, Gloria



Shepherds, why this jubilee

Why your joyous strains prolong

Say what may these tidings be

Which inspire your heavenly song

Gloria, Gloria



Gloria, in excelsis Deo

Gloria, in excelsis Deo



Come to Bethlehem and see

Him whose birth the angels sing

Come adore on bended knee

Christ the Lord, the new born King

Gloria, Gloria



Gloria, in excelsis Deo

Gloria, in excelsis Deo



We sing gloria



Gloria, in excelsis Deo

Gloria, in excelsis Deo


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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

Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel

Shall come to Thee, O Israel


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One of us is cryin' as our hopes and dreams are led away in chains,
And we're left all alone;
One of us is dyin' as our love is slowly lowered in the grave,
Oh and we're left all alone.
But for all of us who journey through the dark abyss of loneliness
There comes a great announcement - we are never alone -
For the maker of each heart that breaks, the giver of each breath we take
Has come to earth and given hope it's birth.

CHORUS
And our God is with us, Emmanuel.
He's come to save us, Emmanuel.
And we will never face life alone
Now that God has made Himself known,
As Father and Friend, with us through the end, Emmanuel.

He spoke with prophets' voices and showed Himself in a cloud of fire,
But no one had seen His face;
Until the One Most Holy revealed to us His perfect heart's desire,
And left His rightful place;
And in one glorious moment, all eternity was shaken,
As God broke through the darkness that had kept us apart.
And with love that conquers loneliness, and hope that fills all emptiness
He came to earth to show our worth.

(chorus)

So rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel has come!
And our God is with us, Emmanuel.
He's come to save us, Emmanuel.
And we will never face life alone
Now that God has made Himself known,
As Father and Friend, with us through the end, Emmanuel.
Our God is with us, Emmanuel!


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Interlude: The Music of Christmas

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Well, He cried when He was hungry,
Did all the things that babies do;
He rocked and He napped on His mother's lap,
And He wiggled and giggled and cooed.
There were the cheers when He took His first step,
And the tears when He got His first teeth;
Almost everything about this little baby
Seemed as natural as it could be.

CHORUS
But this baby made the angels sing,
And this baby made a new star shine in the sky.
This baby had come to change the world.
This baby was God's own son, this baby was like no other one.
This baby was God with us, this baby was Jesus.

And this baby grew into a young boy,
Who learned to read and write and wrestle with dad;
There was the climbin' of trees and the scrapin' of knees,
And all the fun that a boy's born to have.
He grew taller and some things started changing,
Like His complexion and the sound of His voice;
There was work to be done as a carpenter's son
And all the neighbors said He's such a fine boy.

But this boy made the angels sing,
And this boy made a new star shine in the sky.
This boy had come to change the world.
This boy was God's own son, this boy was like no other one.
This boy was God with us. This boy became a man,

And love made Him laugh and death made Him cry.
With the life that He lived and the death that He died,
He showed us heaven with His hands and His heart,
âЂ?Cause this man was God's own son.
This man was like no other one,
Holy and human right from the start.

(chorus)

This baby was God with us, this baby, this baby was Jesus; this baby was Jesus, this baby was Jesus.


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Silent night, holy night

All is calm, all is bright

'round yon virgin mother and child

Sleep in heavenly peace

Sleep in heavenly peace



Away in a manger, no crib for a bed

The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head

The stars in the sky look down where He lay

The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay



Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay

Close by me forever, and love me I pray

Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care

And fit us for heaven, to live with Thee there



O holy night, the stars are brightly shining

It is the night of the dear Savior's birth

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

'Til He appeared and the soul felt it's worth



A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices

O night divine, O night when Christ was born

O night divine, O night, O night divine


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Carol of the Bells

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O come al ye faithful

Joyful and triumphant

O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem

Come and behold Him

Born the King of angels

O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him

O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord



Sing choirs of angels

Sing in exultation

O sing all ye citizens of heaven above

Glory to God

All glory in the highest

O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him

O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord



Yea, Lord we bless thee

Born for our salvation

Oh Jesus, forever be Thy name adored

Word of the Father

Now in flesh appearing

O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him

O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord


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Her house was where the family gathered every Christmas eve;
A feast was set on the table and gifts were placed beneath the tree.
Everything was picture perfect, Grandpa would laugh and say,
That woman spends the whole year getting ready for this day.

One year the leaves began to fall and her health began to fade;
We moved her to a place where they could watch her night and day.
But she kept making plans for Christmas from her little room;
She told everyone, I'll miss you but I'll be leaving soon.

I'm going home for Christmas and I'm going home to stay;
I'm going home for Christmas and nothing's gonna keep me away.
I'll be with the ones I love to celebrate the Savior's birth;
This gift will be worth more to me than anything on earth.
I'm going home, home for Christmas.

All the leaves outside have fallen to be covered by the snow;
The family comes with food and gifts and Grandpa comes alone.
There's a sadness in our silence as the Christmas story's read,
And with tears, Grandpa reminds us of the words that Grandma said.

I'm going home for Christmas and I'm going home to stay;
I'm going home for Christmas and nothing's gonna keep me away.
She'll be face to face with Jesus as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth,
âЂ?Cause she'll be home.

And as we sing âЂ?Joy to the World' I can't help thinking
Of the joy that's in her eyes right now.
And though our hearts still ache, we know that as we celebrate,
She's singing with the herald angels and heaven's glowing on her face.

And now she's home for Christmas and now she's home to stay;
She's home for Christmas, and nothin' could've kept her away.
She'll be face to face with Jesus, as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth.
She's home, she's home for Christmas.
She is home, she's home for Christmas.


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Oh what a precious promise,
Oh what a gift of love;
An angel told a virgin that
She's gonna have a son.
And though it's a precious promise,
She wonders how can this be;
What will the people say
And what if Joseph can't believe.
And her questions and her fears
Are met with an overwhelming joy
That God has chosen her.
Oh what a precious promise;
Mary waits as heaven comes to her.

Oh what a precious promise,
Oh what a gift of love;
Joseph makes his choice to do
What few men would have done:
To take Mary as his bride,
When she's already carrying a child
That isn't his own.
Oh what a precious promise;
Mary and the child will have a home.

And shepherds stand on a hillside,
Their hearts racing with the news the angel told them;
A star's light fills up the dark sky,
As a night of precious promise is unfolding.

Oh what a precious promise,
Oh what a gift of love;
The waiting now is over and
The time has finally come.
For the God who made this world
To roll back the curtain
And unveil His passion for the heart of man.
Oh what a precious promise,
Lying in a manger in Bethlehem.


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