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UECF Program Dec 11th, 2016 11:00 AM

Christmas Service

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Opening Prayer Mrs. Indira Myla

Worship ‘Joy to the World’

‘Dootha Paata Paadudi’

Bible Reading Luke 1 5-25 Mrs. Udaya Pulipati

Luke 1 57-80 Mrs. Prameela Allu

Zacharias - Voice of Disbelief Mrs. Evelyn Dundi

Song It came upon the midnight clear

Elizabeth – Voice of Blessing Mrs. Emily Myla

Game - 1

Bible Reading Luke 2 8-17 Mrs. Helen Patta

Angels – Voice of Praise Mrs. Beaula Koduri

Game 2

Shepherds – Voice of Declaration Mrs. Rebecca Pagadala

Offering

Offertory & Closing Prayer Mrs. Padma Borugadda

Game 3

Christmas Choreo UECF Women

Vote of Thanks Mrs. Kavitha Shaik

Gift Exchange

Joy to the World

Song / Hymn

Hymn Lyrics

Joy to the world! the Lord is come;

Let earth receive her King;

Let every heart prepare Him room,

and heaven and nature sing,

and heaven and nature sing,

and heaven, and heaven and nature sing.

Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns;

Let men their songs employ;

while fields and floods,

rocks, hills and plains

Repeat the sounding joy,

Repeat the sounding joy,

Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,

nor thorns infest the ground;

He comes to make His blessing flow

far as the curse is found,

far as the curse is found,

far as, far as the curse is found.

He rules the world with truth and grace,

and makes the nations prove

the glories of His righteousness,

and wonders of His love,

and wonders of His love,

and wonders, wonders of His love.

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It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

Song / Hymn

Hymn Lyrics

That glorious song of old,

From angels bending near the earth,

To touch their harps of gold!

"Peace on the earth, good will to men,

From heaven's all gracious King!

The world in solemn stillness lay,

To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come,

With peaceful wings unfurled,

And still their heavenly music floats,

O'er all the weary world;

Above its sad and lowly plains,

They bend on hovering wing.

And ever o'er its Babel sounds,

The blessed angels sing.

For lo! the days are hastening on,

By prophet bards foretold,

When, with the ever-circling years,

Shall come the Age of Gold;

When peace shall over all the earth,

Its ancient splendors fling,

And all the world give back the song,

Which now the angels sing.

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