God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen

God rest ye mer­ry

gen­tle­men

Let no­thing you dis­may

Remember Christ our Sav­ior

Was born on Christ­mas Day;

To save us all from Sa­tan’s power

When we were gone as­tray.

O tid­ings of com­fort and joy

Comfort and joy;

O tid­ings of com­fort and joy.

In Beth­le­hem

in Is­ra­el

This bless­èd Babe was born

And laid with­in a man­ger

Upon this bless­èd morn;

The which His mo­ther Ma­ry

Did no­thing take in scorn.

From God our heav’n­ly Fa­ther

A bless­èd 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 Sav­ior

Of a pure vir­gin bright

To free all those who trust in Him

From Sat­an’s pow­er and might.

The shep­herds at those tidings

Rejoicèd much in mind

And left their flocks a-feed­ing

In tem­pest

storm and wind

And went to Beth­l’em straight­away

This bless­èd Babe to find.

But when to Beth­le­hem they came

Where our dear Sav­ior lay

They found Him in a man­ger

Where ox­en 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.

God bless the rul­er of this house

And send him long to reign

And ma­ny a mer­ry Christ­mas

May live to see again;

Among your friends and kin­dred

That live both far and near—

That God send you a hap­py new year

Happy new year

And God send you a hap­py new year.