God rest you merry, gentlemen Songtext
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God rest you merry, gentlemen Songtext
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 pow'r
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 blessed Babe was born,
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn,
The which his mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
From God, our heav′nly 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:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
"Fear not", then said the angel,
"Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of a pure virgin bright
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan's pow'r and might":
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
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:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
Let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour
Was born upon this day
To save us all from Satan′s pow'r
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 blessed Babe was born,
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn,
The which his mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
From God, our heav′nly 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:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
"Fear not", then said the angel,
"Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of a pure virgin bright
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan's pow'r and might":
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
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:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
Writer(s): Bruce Cockburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com