The following rarely-sung verse in "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" is a beauty. We were Carol singing on Christmas Eve and I'd left it on the song sheets I'd made up for the occasion. Must have thought to myself, "That'll give them something to think about!". It did too. Everyone faltered midway and gave me horrified looks, especially the men.

Come, Desire of nations come,
Fix in us Thy humble home;
Rise, the Woman's conquering Seed,
Bruise in us the Serpent's head.
Adam's likeness now efface:
Stamp Thine image in its place;
Second Adam, from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing,
Glory to the Newborn King.!

Just thought I'd like to add it. Cheers, Joy