![]() 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 other doth deface: O tidings of comfort and joy, 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, Comfort and joy.In tempest, storm and wind, And went to Bethlehem straightway, This blessed Babe to find: O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy. The shepherds at those tidings Rejoicèd much in mind, And left their flocks a-feeding.“Fear not,” then said the angel, “Let nothing you affright: This day is born a Sav’our Of virtue, pow’r and might, So frequently to vanquish all The friends of Satan quite.” O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy.From God our heav’nly 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, Comfort and joy.O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy. ![]()
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