O, Sing We a Carol

O

sing we a car­ol all blithe and free

And fit for our Christ­mas morn

For the world is as cold as the cold can be

Though its Lord on this day was born;

Though its Lord on this day was born:

’Tis a win­try time for the rich and poor

And who should be driv’n from a Christ­ian’s door?

’Tis a win­try time for the rich and poor

And who should be driv­en from a Christ­ian’s door?

And who should be driv’n from a Christ­ian’s door?

For the an­gel’s song at the birth of Christ

With tid­ings of joy be­gan;

And it rang with a glo­ry to God in the high­est

And a bro­ther­hood true for man;

Yet ’twas win­ter time for rich and poor

When the shep­herds came to the sta­ble door.

Yet ’twas win­ter time for the rich and poor

True sag­es were they who to Beth­le­hem led

Brought frank­in­cense

myrrh

and gold

Which they of­fered to Christ on His man­ger bed

With a rev­er­ent love un­told.

Yet ’twas win­ter time for rich and poor

When the wise men knelt at the sta­ble door.

Yet ’twas win­ter time for the rich and poor

Cannot we make our of­fer­ings now to Christ’s need

When His poor all around we see?

Inasmuch as to them we have done the deed

He will say

Ye have done to Me.

He will say

Ye have done to Me.

’Tis a win­try time for the rich and poor

And who should be driv’n from a Christ­ian’s door?