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Away In A Manger Away in a manger, No crib for His bed, The little Lord Jesus, Laid down His sweet head. The stars in the bright sky, Looked down where He lay, The little Lord Jesus, Asleep on the hay. The cattle are lowing, The poor Baby wakes, But little Lord Jesus, No crying He makes. I love Thee, Lord Jesus, Look down from the sky, And stay by my side, 'Til morning is nigh. Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay, Close by me forever, And love me I pray. Bless all the dear children, In Thy tender care, And take us to heaven, To live with Thee there.
Deck The Halls Deck the halls with boughs of holly, Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Tis the season to be jolly, Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Don we now our gay apparel, Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Troll the ancient Yuletide carol, Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la See the blazing Yule before us. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Strike the harp and the chorus. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Follow me in merry measure. Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la While I tell of Yuletide treasure. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Fast away the old year es. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Hail the new ye lads and lasses. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Sing we joyous all together. Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la Heedless of the wind and weather. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Prospero año y Felicedad Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Prospero año y Felicedad I want to wish you a Merry Christmas I want to wish you a Merry Christmas I want to wish you a Merry Christmas From the bottom of my heart I want to wish you a Merry Christmas I want to wish you a Merry Christmas I want to wish you a Merry Christmas From the bottom of my heart
First Noel The first noel the Angel did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay. In fields where they lay keeping their sheep, In a cold winter's night that was so deep. noel, noel, noel, noel. Born is the King of Israel. They looked up and saw a star Shining in the East, beyond them far, And to the earth it gave great light, And so it continued, both day and night. noel, noel, noel, noel. Born is the King of Israel. And by the light of that same Star Three Wise Men came from country far, To seek for a King was their intent, And to follow the Star wherever it went. noel, noel, noel, noel. Born is the King of Israel. This Star drew nigh to the North West; O'er Bethlehem it took it's rest. And there it did both stop and stay, Right over the place where Jesus lay. noel, noel, noel, noel. Born is the King of Israel.
First Noel (cont.) Then did they know assuredly Within that house, the King did lie One entered in then for to see And found the babe in poverty. noel, noel, noel, noel. Born is the King of Israel. Then entered in those Wise Men three, Full reverently upon bended knee, And offer'd there, in his presence, Their gold, and myrrh, and frankincense. noel, noel, noel, noel. Born is the King of Israel. Between an ox stall and an ass, This Child truly there he was; For want of clothing they did him lay All in a manger, among the hay. noel, noel, noel, noel. Born is the King of Israel. Then let us all with one accord Sing praises to our heavenly Lord; That hath made heaven and earth of nought, And with his blood mankind hath bought. noel, noel, noel, noel. Born is the King of Israel. If we in our time shall do well We shall be free from death and Hell For God hath prepared for us all A resting place in general. noel, noel, noel, noel. Born is the King of Israel.
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen God rest ye merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, Christ our Savior Was born on Christmas day, To save us all from Satan's pow'r When we were gone astray; O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. From God 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 God by name: O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. The shepherds at those 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: O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy.
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen (cont.) 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 All others doth deface: O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy.
Hark The Herald Angels Sing Hark! the Herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King, Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinner reconcil'd. Hark! the Herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King. Joyful all ye nations rise, the triumph of the skies, With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem. Hark! the Herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King. Christ by highest Heaven ador'd, Christ the everlasting Lord! Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a Virgin's womb. Hark! the Herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King. Hail the Heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Hark! the Herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Hark! the Herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King.
Here We Come A Wassailing Here we come a wassailing Among the leaves so green, Here we come a wandering So fair to be seen. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too, And God bless you and send you a happy New Year. And God send you a happy New Year. Our wassail cup is made Of the rosemary tree, And so is your beer Of the best barley. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too, And God bless you and send you a happy New Year. And God send you a happy New Year. We are not daily beggars That beg from door to door, But we are neighbours' children Whom you have seen before. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too, And God bless you and send you a happy New Year. And God send you a happy New Year.
Here We Come A Wassailing (cont.) Good Master and good Mistress, As you sit by the fire, Pray think of us poor children Are wandering in the mire. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too, And God bless you and send you a happy New Year. And God send you a happy New Year. We have a little purse Made of ratching leather skin; We want some of your small change To line it well within. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too, And God bless you and send you a happy New Year. And God send you a happy New Year. Call up the Butler of this house, Put on his golden ring; Let him bring us a glass of beer, And the better we shall sing. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too, And God bless you and send you a happy New Year. And God send you a happy New Year.
Here We Come A Wassailing (cont.) Bring us out a table, And spread it with a cloth; Bring us out a mouldy cheese, And some of your Christmas loaf. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too, And God bless you and send you a happy New Year. And God send you a happy New Year. God bless the Master of this house, Likewise the Mistress too; And all the little children That round the table go. Love and joy come to you, And to you your wassail too, And God bless you and send you a happy New Year. And God send you a happy New Year.
It Came Upon The Midnight Clear It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold: 'Peace on the earth, good will to men,' From heav'n's all-gracious King. The world in solemn stillness lay, To hear the angels sing! Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long, Beneath the angel strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong; And man, at war with man, hears not The love song which they bring: O hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing! Still thro' the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurl'd; And still their heav'nly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hov'ring wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. All ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, Look, now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing:
It Came Upon The Midnight Clear (cont.) O rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing! For lo! the days are hast'ning on, By prophet bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold; When peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world give back the song Which now the angels sing!
Jingle Bells Dashing through the snow On a one-horse open sleigh, Over the fields we go, Laughing all the way; Bells on bob-tail ring, Making spirits bright, What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight. Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way! O what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh. A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride, And soon Miss Fanny Bright Was seated by my side; The horse was lean and lank; Misfortune seemed his lot; He got into a drifted bank, And we, we got upsot. Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way! O what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh.
Jingle Bells (cont.) A day or two ago, The story I must tell I went out on the snow And on my back I fell; A gent was riding by In a one-horse open sleigh, He laughed as there I sprawling lie, But quickly drove away. Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way! O what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh. Now the ground is white Go it while you're young, Take the girls tonight And sing this sleighing song; Just get a bob-tailed bay Two-forty as his speed Hitch him to an open sleigh And crack! you'll take the lead. Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way! O what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh.
Joy To The World Joy to the world! The Lord is come. Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare Him room; And heav'n and nature sing, And heav'n and nature sing. And heav'n and heav'n and nature sing. Joy to the world, the Savior reigns Let men their songs employ. While fields and floods, Rocks, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat the sounding joy Repeat the sounding joy No more let sin and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found, Far as the curse is found, Far as, far as the curse is found. He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness. And wonders of His love, And wonders of His love, And wonders, wonders of His love.
O Christmas Tree O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree, Thy leaves are green forever. O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree, Thy beauty leaves thee never. Thy leaves are green in summer's prime, Thy leaves are green at Christmas time. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Thy leaves are green forever. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Much pleasure doth thou bring me! O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Much pleasure doth thou bring me! For every year the Christmas tree, Brings to us all both joy and glee. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Much pleasure doth thou bring me! O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Thy candles shine out brightly! O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Thy candles shine out brightly! Each bough doth hold its tiny light, That makes each toy to sparkle bright. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Thy candles shine out brightly! O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! Thou tree most fair and lovely! O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! Thou tree most fair and lovely! Thou dost proclaim the Savior's birth, Good will to men and peace on earth. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! Thou tree most fair and lovely.
O Christmas Tree (cont.) O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! Thou has a wondrous message: O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! Thou has a wondrous message: Thou dost proclaim the Savior's birth Good will to men and peace on earth. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! Thou has a wondrous message: O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree, O evergreen unchanging. A symbol of good will and love, You'll ever be unchanging. Each shining light, each silver bell, No other sight spreads cheer so well. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, You'll ever be unchanging. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! How are thy leaves so verdant! O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, How are thy leaves so verdant! Not only in the summertime, But even in winter is thy prime. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, How are thy leaves so verdant!
O Come All Ye Faithful O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, Come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him, born the King of angels; O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. True God of true God, Light from Light Eternal, Lo, he shuns not the Virgin's womb; Son of the Father, begotten, not created; O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation; Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above! Glory to God, all glory in the highest; O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.
O Come All Ye Faithful (cont.) See how the shepherds, summoned to His cradle, Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze; We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps; O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. Child, for us sinners poor and in the manger, We would embrace Thee, with love and awe; Who would not love Thee, loving us so dearly? O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning; Jesus, to Thee be glory given; Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing. O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.
O Holy Night O holy night, the stars are brightly shining, It is the night of the dear Savior's birth; Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till He appeared and the soul felt it's worth. A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn; Fall on your knees, Oh hear the angel voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born! O night divine, O holy night, O night divine. Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming Here come the wise men from Orient land The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger In all our trials born to be our friend. Fall on your knees, Oh hear the angel voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born! O night divine, O holy night, O night divine. Truly He taught us to love one another His law is love and His gospel is peace Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother And in His name all oppression shall cease Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, Let all within us praise His holy name. Fall on your knees, Oh hear the angel voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born! O night divine, O holy night, O night divine.
Oh Little Town of Bethlehem Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by Yet in they dark streets shineth, the everlasting light The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight. For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above While mortals sleep the angels keep their watch of wondering love Oh morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth. And praises sing to God the king, and peace to men on earth. How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given So God 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. Oh holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us we pray Cast out our sin and enter in, be born in us today We hear the Christmas angels, the great glad tidings tell O come to us, abide with us, our lord Emanuel.
Silent Night, Holy Night Silent night, holy night, All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace. Silent night, holy night, Shepherds quake at the sight, Glories stream from heaven afar, Heavenly hosts sing alleluia; Christ the Savior, is born! Christ the Savior, is born! Silent night, holy night, Son of God, love's pure light Radiant beams from thy holy face, With the dawn of redeeming grace, Jesus, Lord, at thy birth. Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
The Twelve Days of Christmas On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree. On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree. On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Five golden rings. Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree. On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings. Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree. On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying, Five golden rings. Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree
The Twelve Days of Christmas (cont.) On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Eight maids a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, six geese alaying, Five golden rings. Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree. On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Nine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking, seven swans aswimming, six geese a-laying, Five golden rings. Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree. On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Ten lords a-leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying, Five golden rings. Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree. On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Eleven pipers piping, ten lords a-leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings. Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree. On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Twelve drummers drumming, eleven pipers piping, ten lords aleaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, six geese alaying, Five golden rings. Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree.
Up On The Housetop Up on the housetop reindeer pause, Out jumps good old Santa Claus. Down thru the chimney with lots of toys, All for the little ones, Christmas joys. Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go. Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go! Up on the housetop, click, click, click. Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick. First comes the stocking of little Nell; Oh, dear Santa, fill it well; Give her a dolly that laughs and cries, One that will open and shut her eyes. Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go. Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go! Up on the housetop, click, click, click. Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick. Next comes the stocking of little Will Oh, just see what a glorious fill Here is a hammer, And lots of tacks Also a ball, And a whip that cracks. Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go. Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go! Up on the housetop, click, click, click. Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick.
We Wish You A Merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas, We wish you a merry Christmas, We wish you a merry Christmas, And a Happy New Year! Good tidings we bring for you and your kin; We wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Now bring us some figgy pudding, Now bring us some figgy pudding, Now bring us some figgy pudding, And a cup of good cheer! Good tidings we bring for you and your kin; We wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! We won't go until we get some We won't go until we get some We won't go until we get some So bring it out here! Good tidings we bring for you and your kin; We wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! We all know that Santa's coming, We all know that Santa's coming, We all know that Santa's coming, And soon will be here. Good tidings we bring for you and your kin; We wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
We Wish You A Merry Christmas (cont.) We wish you a merry Christmas, We wish you a merry Christmas, We wish you a merry Christmas, And a Happy New Year! And a Happy New Year! Good tidings we bring for you and your kin; We wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
What Child Is This What Child is this who, laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing; Haste, haste, to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary. Why lies He in such mean estate, Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christians, fear, for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. Nails, spear shall pierce Him through, The cross be borne for me, for you. Hail, hail the Word made flesh, The Babe, the Son of Mary. So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, Come peasant, king to own Him; The King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone Him. Raise, raise a song on high, The virgin sings her lullaby. Joy, joy for Christ is born, The Babe, the Son of Mary.