Mummers’ Carol

A glo­ri­ous angel from Heav­en came

Unto the vir­gin maid;

Strange news and tid­ings of great joy

The hum­ble Ma­ry had

The hum­ble Ma­ry had.

Each mor­tal man re­mem­bers well

When Christ came down from Heav’n

’Twas for our sins and wick­ed ways

His pre­cious blood was giv’n

His pre­cious blood was giv’n.

Each mor­tal man re­mem­bers well

When Christ was put to scorn;

He was taken to the judg­ment seat

And crown­èd with the thorn

And crown­èd with the thorn.

Each mor­tal man re­mem­bers well

When Christ our Sav­ior died

He was cru­ci­fied up­on the tree

With thieves on ei­ther side

With thieves on ei­ther side.

Each mor­tal man re­mem­bers well

How Christ died on the rood

’Twas for our sins and wick­ed ways

Christ shed His pre­cious blood

Christ shed His pre­cious blood.

Each mor­tal man re­mem­bers well

When Christ was wrapped in clay

He was tak­en to a se­pul­cher

Where nev­er man did lay

Where nev­er man did lay.

God bless your house

your child­ren

too

Your cat­tle and your store;

The Lord in­crease you day by day

And give you more and more

And give you more and more.