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.
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.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
From God our heavenly 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.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
The shepherds at those tidings
Rejoicèd much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding.
In tempest, storm and wind,
And went to Bethlehem straightway,
This blessèd Babe to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
But when to Bethlehem they came,
Whereat this Infant lay,
They found Him in a manger,
Where oxen feed on hay;
His mother Mary kneeling,
Unto the Lord did pray.
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
Doth bring redeeming grace.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.