[Illustration] God rest you merry, Gentlemen! [Illustration] 1. God rest you merry, Gentlemen! Let nothing you dismay; Remember Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day, To save us all from Satan’s power When we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. 2. In Bethlehem in Jury This blessèd Babe was born, And laid within a manger Upon this blessèd morn: The which His Mother Mary Nothing did take in scorn. O tidings of comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. 3. From God, our Heavenly 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, O tidings of comfort and joy. 4. “Fear not,” then said the angel, “Let nothing you affright: This day is born a Saviour Of virtue, power, and might; So frequently to vanquish all The friends of Satan quite.” O tidings of comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. 5. 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 blessèd Babe to find. O tidings of comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. 6. But when to Bethlehem they came, Where this dear 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, O tidings of comfort and joy. 7. 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 efface. O tidings of comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. [Illustration] [Music: God rest you merry, Gentlemen!] [Illustration] The Holy Well [Illustration] 1. As it fell out one May morning, On a bright holiday, Sweet Jesus ask’d His mother dear, If He might go to play. “To play, to play, sweet Jesus go. And to play now get you gone, And let me hear of no complaints, At night when you come home.” 2. Sweet Jesus went down to yonder town, As far as the Holy Well, And there did see as fine children As any tongue can tell. He said, “God bless you ev’ry one, May Christ your portion be: Little children, shall I play with you? And you shall play with Me.” 3. But they made answer to Him, “No,” They were lords’ and ladies’ sons; And He the meanest of them all, Was born in an ox’s stall. Sweet Jesus turned Him around, And He neither laugh’d nor smil’d, But the tears came trickling from His eyes Like water from the skies.