| Good King Wenceslas Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even; Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight gath'ring winter fuel. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain; Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither: Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither." Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together; Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger; Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer." "Mark my footsteps, my good page. Tread thou in them boldly: Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly." In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing, Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing. |
| We Wish You A Merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas; We wish you a merry Christmas; We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year! Good tidings we bring to you and your kin. We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year! Now, bring us some figgy pudding; now, bring us some figgy pudding; Now, bring us some figgy pudding and bring some out here! Good tidings we bring to you and your kin. We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year! For we all like figgy pudding; for we all like figgy pudding; For we all like figgy pudding: so bring some out here! Good tidings we bring to you and your kin. We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year! And we won't go until we've got some; We won't go until we've got some; And we won't go until we've got some; so bring some out here! Good tidings we bring to you and your kin. We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year! |
| We Three Kings We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy Perfect Light Born a King on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever, ceasing never Over us all to rein O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light Frankincense to offer have I Incense owns a Deity nigh Pray'r and praising, all men raising Worship Him, God most high O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes of life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light Glorious now behold Him arise King and God and Sacrifice Alleluia, Alleluia Earth to heav'n replies O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light |
| Silent Night Silent night, Holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin Mother and Child Holy infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace Silent night, holy night Shepherds quake at the sight Glories stream from Heaven afar Heavenly hosts sing Hallelujah Christ the Saviour is born Christ the Saviour is born Silent night, holy night Son of God, love's pure light Radiant beams from Thy holy face With the dawn of redeeming grace Jesus, Lord at Thy birth Jesus, Lord at Thy birth |
| Twelve Days of Christmas The first verse runs: On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree The second verse: On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree ...and so forth. The last verse is: On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Twelve drummers drumming Eleven pipers piping Ten lords a-leaping Nine ladies dancing Eight maids a-milking Seven swans a-swimming Six geese a-laying Five golden rings Four calling (colly) birds Three french hens Two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree |
| The First Noel The First Noel, the Angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay keeping their sheep On a cold winter's night that was so deep. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Born is the King of Israel! They looked up and saw a star Shining in the East beyond them far And to the earth it gave great light And so it continued both day and night. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Born is the King of Israel! And by the light of that same star Three Wise men came from country far To seek for a King was their intent And to follow the star wherever it went. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Born is the King of Israel! |
| Hark! The Herald Angels Sing Hark! the herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn king!" peace on earth, and mercy mild god and sinners reconciled. Joyful all ye nations rise join the triumph of the skies with th'angelic host proclaim "Christ is born in Bethlehem." Hark! the herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn King!" Christ, by highest heav'n adored Christ the everlasting lord late in time behold Him come offspring of the favored one. Veiled in flesh, the godhead see hail th'incarnate deity pleased, as man with men to dwell Jesus, our Immanuel! Hark! the herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn king!" Hail! the heav'n born prince of peace! Hail! the Son of righteousness! Light and life to all he brings ris'n with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by born that man no more may die born to raise the sons of earth born to give them second birth Hark! the herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn King!" |
| Up On The Housetop Up on the housetop, reindeer pause Out jumps good ol' Santa Claus Down through the chimney with lots of toys All for the little ones, Christmas joys Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go? Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go? Up on the housetop, click, click, click Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick First comes the stocking of little Nell Oh, dear Santa, fill it well Give her a dolly that laughs and cries One that will open and shut her eyes Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go? Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go? Up on the housetop, click, click, click Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick Next comes the stocking of little Will Oh, just see what a glorious fill Here is a hammer and lots of tacks Also a ball and a whip that cracks Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go? Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go? Up on the housetop, click, click, click Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick |
| O Come All Ye Faithful O Come All Ye Faithful Joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him, Born the King of Angels; O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. O Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation, Sing all that hear in heaven God's holy word. Give to our Father glory in the Highest; O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. All Hail! Lord, we greet Thee, Born this happy morning, O Jesus! for evermore be Thy name adored. Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing; O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. |
| Twas The Night Before Christmas Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their bed, While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads, And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap... When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they twinkled -- his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his teams gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!" |