God rest you merry, Gentlemen

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, 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 og God by name:

O tidings of comfort and joy, and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy

The shepherds at those tidings Rejoicèd much in mind

And left their flocks afeeding, In tempest, storm and wind

And went to Bethlehem straightway This blessèd babe to find:

O tidings of comfort and joy, 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, and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy