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ChristmasCarols
The Holly and the IvyThe holly and the ivy,When they are both full grown,Of all trees that are in the wood,The holly bears the crown:O, the rising of the sun,The running of the deerThe playing of the merry organ,Sweet singing in the choir.The holly bears a blossom,As white as lily flower,And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,To be our dear Savior:O, the rising of the sun,The running of the deerThe playing of the merry organ,Sweet singing in the choir.The holly bears a berry,As red as any blood,And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,To do poor sinners good:O, the rising of the sun,The running of the deerThe playing of the merry organ,Sweet singing in the choir.The holly bears a prickle,As sharp as any thorn,And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,On Christmas Day in the mornO, the rising of the sun,The running of the deerThe playing of the merry organ,Sweet singing in the choir.The holly bears a barkAs bitter as any gallAnd Mary bore sweet Jesus ChristFor to redeem us allO, the rising of the sun,The running of the deerThe playing of the merry organ,Sweet singing in the choir.The holly and the ivyWhen they are both full grownOf all trees that are in the woodThe holly bears the crownO, the rising of the sun,The running of the deerThe playing of the merry organ,Sweet singing in the choir.
Away in a MangerAway in a manger, no crib for His bedThe little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet headThe stars in the bright sky looked down where He layThe little Lord Jesus asleep on the hayThe cattle are lowing, the poor Baby awakesBut little Lord Jesus, no crying He makesI love Thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the night skyAnd stay by my side till morning is nighBe near me, Lord Jesus; I ask Thee to stayClose by me forever, and love me I prayBless all the dear children in Thy tender careAnd take us to Heaven to live with Thee there
Go Tell It On the MountainGo, tell it on the mountainOver the hills and everywhereGo, tell it on the mountainThat Jesus Christ is born!While shepherds kept their watchingO’er their silent flocks nightBehold throughout the heavensThere shone a holy lightGo, tell it on the mountainOver the hills and everywhereGo, tell it on the mountainThat Jesus Christ is born!The shepherds feared and trembledWhen lo! Above the EarthRang out the angel chorusThat hailed our Savior’s birthGo, tell it on the mountainOver the hills and everywhereGo, tell it on the mountainThat Jesus Christ is born!Down in a lowly mangerOur humble Christ was bornAnd God sent us salvationThat blessed Christmas mornGo, tell it on the mountainOver the hills and everywhereGo, tell it on the mountainThat Jesus Christ is born!
What Child Is This?What child is this who, laid to restOn Mary’s lap is sleeping?Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,While shepherds watch are keeping?This, this is Christ the King,Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,The Babe, the Son of Mary.Why lies He in such mean estate,Where ox and ass are feeding?Good Christians, fear, for sinners hereThe silent Word is pleading.Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,The cross be borne for me, for you.Hail, hail the Word made flesh,The Babe, the Son of Mary.So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,Come peasant, king to own Him;The King of kings salvation brings,Let loving hearts enthrone Him.Raise, raise a song on high,The virgin sings her lullaby.Joy, joy for Christ is born,The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Good King WenceslasGood King Wenceslas looked outOn the Feast of StephenWhen the snow lay round aboutDeep and crisp and evenBrightly shone the moon that nightThough the frost was cruelWhen a poor man came in sightGathering winter fuelHither, page, and stand by me,If thou knowst it, tellingYonder peasant, who is he?Where and what his dwelling?Sire, he lives a good league hence,Underneath the mountainRight against the forest fenceBy Saint Agnes fountain.Bring me flesh and bring me wineBring me pine logs hitherThou and I shall see him dineWhen we bear them thither.Page and monarch, forth they wentForth they went togetherThrough the rude winds wild lamentAnd the bitter weatherSire, the night is darker nowAnd the wind blows strongerFails my heart, I know not howI can go no longer.Mark my footsteps, good my pageTread thou in them boldlyThou shall find the winters rageFreeze thy blood less coldly.In his masters step he trodWhere the snow lay dintedHeat was in the very sodWhich the Saint had printedTherefore, Christian men, be sureWealth or rank possessingYe, who now will bless the poorShall yourselves find blessing.
Carol of the BellsHark! how the bellsSweet silver bellsAll seem to say,Throw cares away.Christmas is hereBringing good cheerTo young and oldMeek and the bold.Ding, dong, ding, dongThat is their songWith joyful ringAll carolingOne seems to hearWords of good cheerFrom everywhereFilling the air.Oh how they pound,Raising the sound,O’er hill and dale,Telling their tale,Gaily they ringWhile people singSongs of good cheerChristmas is hereMerry, merry, merry, merry ChristmasMerry, merry, merry, merry Christmas.On, on they sendOn without endTheir joyful toneTo every homeDing, dong, ding, dong.
Christmas Carol Booklet Author: LoveToKnow Subject: Printable Christmas Carols Keywords: Christmas Carol
