Volume I Part 46 (2/2)
”G.o.d REST YOU MERRY, GENTLEMEN”
G.o.d 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!
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born on Christmas Day.
In Bethlehem, in Jewry, This blessed babe was born, And laid within a manger, Upon this blessed morn; The which His mother, Mary, Nothing did take in scorn.
From G.o.d our Heavenly Father, A blessed angel came; And unto certain shepherds Brought tidings of the same: How that in Bethlehem was born The Son of G.o.d by name.
”Fear not,” then said the angel, ”Let nothing you affright, This day is born a Saviour Of virtue, power, and might, So frequently to vanquish all The friends of Satan quite.”
The shepherds at these tidings Rejoiced much in mind, And left their flocks a-feeding In tempest, storm, and wind, And went to Bethlehem straightway, This blessed babe to find.
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.
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!
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born in Christmas Day.
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”O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM”
O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets s.h.i.+neth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night.
For Christ is born of Mary, And, gathered all above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together Proclaim the holy birth!
And praises sing to G.o.d the King, And peace to men on earth.
How silently, how silently, The wondrous gift is given!
So G.o.d imparts to human hearts The blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear His coming, But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive Him still, The dear Christ enters in.
O holy Child of Bethlehem!
Descend to us, we pray; Cast out our sin, and enter in, Be born in us to-day.
We hear the Christmas angels The great glad tidings tell; Oh come to us, abide with us, Our Lord Emmanuel!
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