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God rest ye merry, gentlemen
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God rest ye merry, gentlemen,
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Let nothing you dismay
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Remember Christ our Saviour
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Was born on Christmas Day
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To save us all from Satan's power
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When we were gone astray.
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O tidings of comfort and joy,
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comfort and joy;
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O tidings of comfort and joy!
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From God our Heavenly Father
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A blessed angel came
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And unto certain shepherds
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Brought tidings of the same
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How in that Bethlehem was born
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The son of God by name
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"Fear not," then said the angel
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"Let nothing you affright
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This day is born a saviour
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Of a pure virgin bright
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To free all those who trust in him
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From Satan's pow'r and might"
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The shepherds at those tidings
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Rejoiced much in mind,
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And left their flocks a-feeding
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In tempest, storm and wind
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And went to Bethlehem straightaway
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This blessed babe to find
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But when to Bethlehem they came
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Whereat this infant lay
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They found him in a manger
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Where oxen feed on hay
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His mother Mary kneeling
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Unto the Lord did pray
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Now to the Lord sing praises
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All you within this place
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And with true love and brotherhood
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Each other now embrace
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This holy tide of Christmas
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All others doth deface
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God rest ye merry, gentlemen
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| Loreena McKennitt |
