Lyrics Bruce Cockburn

Bruce Cockburn

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

God rest ye merry, gentlemen,

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Savior

Was born on Christmas Day

To save us all from Satan's power

When we were gone astray.

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy

O tidings of comfort and joy!

In Bethlehem, in Jewry

This blessed babe was born

And layed within a manger

Upon this blessed morn

For which his mother Mary did nothing take in scorn.

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!

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!