God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen
God rest you merry , gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour,
Was born upon this day,
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray.
Oh tidings of comfort and joy!
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour,
Was born on Christmas Day.
In Bethlehem, in Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger,
Upon this blessed morn;
The which His mother, Mary,
Nothing did take in scorn.
From God our Heavenly Father,
A blessed Angel came,
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same ;
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name.
"Fear not," then said the Angel,
"Let nothing you affright.
This day is born a Saviour,
Of virtue, power and might,
So frequently to vanquish all
The friends of Satan quite."
The shepherds, at those tidings,
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm, and wind;
And went to Bethlehem straightway
This blessed Babe to find.
But when to Bethlehem they came,
Whereat this Infant lay,
They found Him in a manger,
Where oen feed on hay;
His mother Mary kneeling,
Unto the Lord did pray.
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface.
Let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour,
Was born upon this day,
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray.
Oh tidings of comfort and joy!
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour,
Was born on Christmas Day.
In Bethlehem, in Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger,
Upon this blessed morn;
The which His mother, Mary,
Nothing did take in scorn.
From God our Heavenly Father,
A blessed Angel came,
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same ;
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name.
"Fear not," then said the Angel,
"Let nothing you affright.
This day is born a Saviour,
Of virtue, power and might,
So frequently to vanquish all
The friends of Satan quite."
The shepherds, at those tidings,
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm, and wind;
And went to Bethlehem straightway
This blessed Babe to find.
But when to Bethlehem they came,
Whereat this Infant lay,
They found Him in a manger,
Where oen feed on hay;
His mother Mary kneeling,
Unto the Lord did pray.
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface.
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