God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen (Arr. David Willcocks)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.