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Christmas Lyrics
Christmas Songs, Carols and Hymns!!
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Christmas Lyrics On This Page:
Christmas Is Coming
(The) Christmas Song
Chrystmasse of Olde
Come Let Us Adore Him
Come, Let Us Sing
Coventry Carol
Cradled In A Manger, Meanly
(The) Crib and the Cross
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Christmas Is Coming
- English Traditional, score - Edith Nesbit Bland
Christmas is coming
The candles on the tree
Won't you please hang a stocking
for ol Saint Nick to see
If you haven't got a stocking
A little sock will do
If you haven't got a little sock
The God bless you!
Christmas is coming
the egg is in the nog
Won't you please let me come sit 'round
the old Yule log
If you'd rather I did not sit down
To stand around will do
If you'd rather I did not stand 'round
Then God bless you!
Christmas time is drawing near
The candles on the tree
Won't you please save a turkey leg
For poor ol' me
If you haven't got a turkey leg
A turkey wing will do
If you haven't got a turkey wing
Then God bless you!
Christmas is coming,
How joyful it will be,
The family will gather 'round the Christmas tree,
With silver tinsel, shining bright,
The room is all aglow.
There's a kiss for you and me
Beneath the mistletoe.
(The) Christmas Song
- Mel Torme & Bob Wells
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping at your nose;
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Ev’rybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright;
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.
They know that Santa’s on his way,
He’s loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh,
And every mother’s child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly.
And so, I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two:
Although it’s been said many times, many ways,
"Merry Christmas to you!"
Chrystmasse of Olde
- Eugene Field, score - Swiss Air
God rest you, Chrysten gentil men,
Wherever you may be, --
God rest you all in fielde or hall,
Or on ye stormy sea;
For on this morn oure Chryst is born
That saveth you and me.
Last night ye shepherds in ye east
Saw many a wondrous thing;
Ye sky last night flamed passing bright
Whiles that ye stars did sing,
And angels came to bless ye name
Of Jesus Chryst, oure Kyng.
God rest you, Chrysten gentil men,
Faring where'er you may;
In noblesse court do thou no sport,
In tournament no playe,
In paynim lands hold thou thy hands
From bloudy works this daye.
But thinking on ye gentil Lord
That died upon ye tree,
Let troublings cease and deeds of peace
Abound in Chrystantie;
For on this morn ye Chryst is born
That saveth you and me.
Come Let Us Adore Him
- Author unknown
Come Let Us Adore Him
When blossoms flowered 'mid the snows
Upon a winter night
Was born the Child, the Christmas Rose
The King of Love and Light
The angels sang, the shepherds sang
The grateful earth rejoiced
And at His blessed birth, the stars
Their exultation voiced
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him
Christ, the Lord
Again the heart with rapture glows
To greet the holy night
That gave the world its Christmas Rose
Its King of Love and Light
Let ev'ry voice acclaim His name
The grateful chorus swell
From paradise to earth He came
That we with Him might dwell
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him
Christ, the Lord
Ah! O come let us adore Him
Ah! O come let us adore Him
Ah! Adore Him, Christ, the Lord.
O come, O come
O come let us adore Him
Let us adore Him
Christ, the Lord.
Come, Let Us Sing
- English Traditional
Come, let us sing our sweetest voice,
And choose our tune most dear.
Gladly we welcome Christmas Day
The happiest of the year.
The happiest of the year.
Deck every hearth with holly green,
Let not a care intrude,
But Christian love and joy be seen
And heartfelt gratitude.
And heartfelt gratitude.
For sad indeed has been our case,
Most piteous and forlorn,
No hope for pardon or for grace,
Had Jesus not been born.
Had Jesus not been born.
My song is done, I must be gone,
I can stay no longer here;
God bless you all, both great and small,
And send you a happy New Year.
Coventry Carol
- Attributed to Robert Croo, 1534, score - English Melody, 1591
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child.
By, by, lully, lullay.
O sisters, too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day;
This poor Youngling for whom we sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Herod the King, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day;
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young, to slay.
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say;
For Thy parting, nor say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Cradled In A Manger, Meanly
- George Stringer Rowe, score - Rowland Huw Prichard
Cradled in a manger, meanly,
Laid the Son of Man His head;
Sleeping His first earthly slumber
Where the oxen had been fed.
Happy were those shepherds listening
To the holy angel’s word;
Happy they within that stable
Worshipping their infant Lord.
Happy all who hear the message
Of His coming from above;
Happier still who hail His coming,
And with praises greet His love.
Blessèd Savior, Christ most holy,
In a manger Thou didst rest;
Canst Thou stoop again, yet lower,
And abide within my breast?
Evil things are there before Thee;
In the heart, where they have fed,
Wilt Thou pitifully enter,
Son of Man, and lay Thy head?
Enter, then, O Christ most holy;
Make a Christmas in my heart;
Make a heaven of my manger:
It is heaven where Thou art.
And to those who never listened
To the message of Thy birth,
Who have winter, but no Christmas
Bringing them Thy peace on earth,
Send to these the joyful tidings;
By all people, in each home,
Be there heard the Christmas anthem;
Praise to God, the Christ has come!
(The) Crib and the Cross
- Ben C. Boulter, score - Bertha C. Boulter
Where shall the Prince of Peace be born,
And where shall the Saviour rest?
In a stable bare, in a crib forlorn:
For the busy inn doth cruelly scorn
Its great and glorious Guest.
Where shall the Prince of Peace be born,
And where shall the Saviour rest?
To a ruined church, on Christmas morn,
To a world by hatred and warfare torn,
He cometh the Saviour blest.
Where shall the Prince of Peace be born,
And where shall the Saviour rest?
In the hearts of men that are crowned with thorn,
In the hearts of lonely women that mourn,
In the hearts of the poor op'-prest.
Bare and unworthy this heart of mine,
Yet there shall the Saviour rest;
For the Altar of lights on the Cradle shine,
And the glory of God fills the ruined shrine,
Quia Jesus natus est.
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