1. God rest ye mer- ry, gen- tle- men, let no- thing you dis- may, Re- mem- ber Christ our Sa- vior was born on Christ- mas Day; To save us all from Sa- tan's pow'r when we were gone a- stray. O ti- dings of com- fort and joy, com- fort and joy; O ti- dings of com- fort and joy.

2. In Beth- le- hem, in Is- ra- el, this bless- �d Babe was born, And laid with- in a man- ger up- on this bless- �d morn; The which His mo- ther Ma- ry did no- thing take in scorn.

3. From God our heav'n- ly Fa- ther a bless- �d an- gel came; And un- to cer- tain shep- herds brought ti- dings of the same; How that in Beth- le- hem was born the Son of God by name.

4. "Fear not, then," said the an- gel, "Let no- thing you a- fright This day is born a Sa- vior of a pure Vir- gin bright, To free all those who trust in Him from Sa- tan's pow'r and might."

5. The shep- herds at those ti- dings re- jo- iced much in mind, And left their flocks a- feed- ing in tem- pest, storm and wind, And went to Beth- l'em straight- aw- ay this bless- �d Babe to find.