Carols Booklet A4
Carols Booklet A4
&
                                                        Christmas
                                                         Songs
Compiled and created by
CreativeMedia.org.uk
                  42                                                                                           3
                          2.     Away In A                   36. What Child Is This? (Greensleeves)
                                 Manger                             What child is this, who, laid to rest,
                                                                        On Mary’s lap is sleeping,
                                   Away in a manger,
                                                                   Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
                                  No crib for His bed
                                                                    While shepherds watch are keeping?
                                  The little Lord Jesus
                                                                       This, this is Christ the King,
                               Laid down His sweet head            Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
                                                                      Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
                               The stars in the bright sky
                                                                        The babe, the son of Mary!
                                Looked down where He
                                lay The little Lord Jesus
                                                                      Why lies He in such mean estate
                                   Asleep on the hay
                                                                       Where ox and ass are feeding?
                                                                    Good Christian, fear: for sinners here
                                 The cattle are lowing
                                                                        The silent Word is pleading.
                                 The poor Baby wakes
                                                                    Nails, spear shall pierce him through,
                                  But little Lord Jesus
                                                                    The Cross be borne for me, for you;
                                 No crying He makes
                                                                      Hail, hail the Word Made Flesh,
                                                                         The babe, the son of Mary!
                                I love Thee, Lord Jesus
                                  Look down from the
                                                                   So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh;
                                  sky And stay by my
                                                                     Come, peasant, king, to own Him!
                                  side, ’Til morning is
                                                                    The King of Kings salvation brings;
                                          nigh.
                                                                      Let loving hearts enthrone Him!
                                                                        Raise, raise the song on high!
                                Be near me, Lord Jesus,
                                                                         The virgin sings her
                                 I ask Thee to stay
                                                                         lullaby. Joy! joy! for Christ
                                 Close by me forever
                                                                         is born, The babe, the son
                                 And love me I pray
                                                                         of Mary!
                               Bless all the dear children
                                  In Thy tender care
Compiled and created by
                  4                                                                                          41
                          35. We Wish You A Merry                                 3.    Born in the night
                              Christmas                                                  Born in the night,
                                                                                          Mary’s child.
                                    We wish you a Merry Christmas;
                                    We wish you a Merry Christmas;
                          We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.      A long way from your home:
                                                                                   Coming in need, Mary’s child,
                                                  Chorus                             Born in a borrowed room.
                                Good tidings we bring to you and your kin;
                             Good tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year.       Clear shining light, Mary’s
                                                                                   child, Your face lights up our
                                      Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;               way: Light of the world, Mary’s
                                       Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;               child, Dawn on our darkened
                           Oh, bring us a figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer                 day.
                  40                                                                                                 5
                              4.     Calypso Carol                    34. We Three Kings
                            See him lying on a bed of straw             We three kings of Orient are
                             Draughty stable with an open               Bearing gifts we traverse afar
                            door Mary cradling the babe she        Field and fountain, moor and mountain
                             bore The prince of glory is his               Following yonder star
                                         name.
                                                                                  Chorus
                                         Chorus:                      O Star of wonder, star of night
                             Oh, now carry me to Bethlehem             Star with royal beauty bright
                              To see the Lord appear to men          Westward leading, still proceeding
                            Just as poor as was the stable then        Guide us to thy Perfect Light
                            The prince of glory when he came.
                                                                     Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain
                          Star of silver sweeps across the skies     Gold I bring to crown Him again
                          Show where Jesus in the manger lies          King forever, ceasing never
                          Shepherds swiftly from your stupor                Over us all to reign
                          rise To see the Saviour of the world.
                                                                       Frankincense to offer have I
                                Mine are riches from thy                Incense owns a Deity nigh
                             poverty From thine innocence,          Prayer and praising, all men raising
                                        eternity                       Worship Him, God most high
                          Mine, forgiveness by thy death for me
                              Child of sorrow, for my joy.           Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
                                                                    Breathes of life of gathering gloom
                          Angels, sing again the song you sang      Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
                          Bring God’s glory to the heart of man        Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
                           Sing, “Bethlehem’s little baby can
                                Be salvation to the soul.”              Glorious now behold Him
                                                                         arise King and God and
                                                                        Sacrifice Alleluia, Alleluia
Compiled and created by
                  6                                                                                        39
                          33. Walking in a Winter                           5.    Coventry Carol
                              Wonderland
                                  Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,          way, Walking in a winter wonderland.
                                    In the lane, snow is glistening
                                           A beautiful sight,
                                             We’re happy
                                                 tonight.
                                   Walking in a winter wonderland.
          O sisters, too,
         how may we do,
          For to preserve
             this day;
     This poor Youngling for
     whom we sing, By, by,
           lully, lullay.
38                               7
                          6.   Ding Dong Merrily On High           32. The Twelve Days of Christmas
                                  Ding dong merrily on high,              On the first day of Christmas,
                                In heav’n the bells are ringing:            my true love sent to me
                                   Ding dong! verily the sky
                                 Is riv’n with angel singing.               A partridge in a pear tree.
                                 Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis!                     2 turtle doves
                                                                                  3 French hens
                                  E’en so here below, below,                      4 calling birds
                                 Let steeple bells be swungen,                     5 gold rings
                                        And “Io, io, io!”                        6 geese a-laying
                                 By priest and people sungen.                 7 swans a-swimming
                                 Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis!                  8 maids a-milking
                                                                                 9 ladies dancing
                                  Pray you, dutifully prime                    10 lords a-leaping
                                Your matin chime, ye ringers;                    11 pipers piping
                                  May you beautifully rime                  12 drummers drumming
                                   Your evetime song, ye
                                           singers.
                                 Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis!
Compiled and created by
CreativeMedia.org.uk
                  8                                                                                        37
31.                              The Sussex Carol (On Christmas Night)                   7.      God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen
                                        On Christmas night all Christians sing                     God rest ye merry, gentlemen, Let
                                       To hear the news the angels bring (repeat)                      nothing you dismay Remember,
                                        News of great joy news of great mirth                          Christ, our Saviour Was born on
                                          News of our merciful King’s birth                                      Christmas day
                                                                                              To save us all from Satan’s power When we
                                        Then why should men on earth be so sad                                  were gone astray
                                            Since our Redeemer made us glad
                                        (repeat) When from our sin he set us free                               Chorus
                                            All for to gain our liberty?                                 O tidings of comfort and joy,
                                                                                                               Comfort and joy
                                        When sin departs before his grace                                O tidings of comfort and joy
                            Then life and health come in its place (repeat) Angels and
                                                  men with joy may sing                                   In Bethlehem, in Israel,
                                     All for to see the new born King Chorus                            This blessed Babe was born
                                                                                                         And laid within a manger
                                            All out of darkness we have light                             Upon this blessed morn
                                     Which made the angels sing this night                         The which His Mother Mary Did
                                     (repeat)                                                              nothing take in scorn
                                             Glory to God and peace to men
                                              Now and forever more, Amen.                         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.
                    36                                                                                                                     9
                            The shepherds at those
                               tidings Rejoiced much in                  30. The First Noel
                               mind,
                            And left their flocks a-feeding           The First Noel, the Angels did say
                             In tempest, storm and wind:       Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they
                          And went to Bethlehem straightway      lay In fields where they lay keeping their
                               The Son of God to find.           sheep On a cold winter’s night that was so
                                                                 deep.
                          And when they came to Bethlehem
                            Where our dear Saviour lay,                              Chorus
                            They found Him in a manger,                     Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
                              Where oxen feed on hay;                      Born is the King of Israel!
                          His Mother Mary kneeling down,
                              Unto the Lord did pray.                  They looked up and saw a star
                                                                      Shining in the East beyond them
                            Now to the Lord sing praises,             far And to the earth it gave great
                              All you within this place,                             light
                          And with true love and brotherhood        And so it continued both day and night.
                              Each other now embrace;
                                  This holy tide of                     And by the light of that same star
                              Christmas All other doth                Three Wise men came from country
                                        deface.                      far To seek for a King was their intent
                                                                    And to follow the star wherever it went.
                  10                                                                                             35
                                   29. The Angel Gabriel                           8.   Good Christian Men Rejoice
                                  The angel Gabriel from heaven came,                     Good Christian men rejoice
                              His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame;              With heart and soul and voice!
                              “All hail,” said he, “thou lowly maiden                    Give ye heed to what we say
                              Mary,                                                              News! News!
                                   Most highly favored lady,” Gloria!                     Jesus Christ is born today!
                                                                                          Ox and ass before Him bow
                               “For know a blessed Mother thou shalt be,                   And He is in the manger
                                 All generations laud and honor thee,                      now Christ is born today!
                             Thy Son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold,
                                  Most highly favored lady,” Gloria!                       Good Christian men, rejoice
                                                                                             With heart and soul and
                              Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head,                     voice Now ye hear of endless
                                “To me be as it pleaseth God,” she said,                         bliss Joy! Joy!
                            “My soul shall laud and magnify his holy Name.”               Jesus Christ was born for this
                                  Most highly favored lady, Gloria!                        He hath ope’d the heav’nly
                                                                                            door And man is blessed
                                Of her, Emmanuel, the Christ, was born                    evermore Christ was born for
                                In Bethlehem, all on a Christmas morn,                                 this
                          And Christian folk throughout the world will ever say,
                                  “Most highly favored lady,” Gloria!                      Good Christian men, rejoice
                                                                                          With heart and soul and voice
                                                                                         Now ye need not fear the grave:
                                                                                                 Peace! Peace!
                                                                                          Jesus Christ was born to save
                                                                                         Calls you one and calls you all
                                                                                           To gain His everlasting hall
                                                                                             Christ was born to save
Compiled and created by
CreativeMedia.org.uk
                  34                                                                                                       11
                          9.       Good King Wenceslas                   28. Silent Night
                               Good King Wenceslas looked out             Silent night, holy night
                                    On the feast of Stephen               All is calm, all is bright
                                When the snow lay round about         Round yon Virgin Mother and
                                    Deep and crisp and even           Child Holy Infant so tender and
                               Brightly shone the moon that night      mild Sleep in heavenly peace
                                   Though the frost was cruel            Sleep in heavenly peace
                                When a poor man came in sight
                                      Gath’ring winter fuel               Silent night, holy night!
                                                                       Shepherds quake at the sight
                                 “Hither, page, and stand by me       Glories stream from heaven afar
                                    If thou know’st it, telling        Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
                                   Yonder peasant, who is he?           Christ, the Saviour is born
                                Where and what his dwelling?”           Christ, the Saviour is born
                               “Sire, he lives a good league hence
                                    Underneath the mountain               Silent night, holy night
                                  Right against the forest fence       Son of God, love’s pure light
                                   By Saint Agnes’ fountain.”        Radiant beams from Thy holy face
                                                                     With the dawn of redeeming grace
                            “Bring me flesh and bring me wine            Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
                                Bring me pine logs hither                Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
                               Thou and I will see him dine
                               When we bear him thither.”
                            Page and monarch forth they went
                                 Forth they went together
                           Through the rude wind’s wild lament
                                  And the bitter weather
                  12                                                                                    33
                          27. See Amid The Winter’s Snow              In his master’s steps he trod
                                                                       Where the snow lay dinted
                                 See, amid the winter’s snow,           Heat was in the very sod
                                 Born for us on Earth below,          Which the Saint had printed
                                    See, the tender Lamb           Therefore, Christian men, be sure
                                   appears, Promised from              Wealth or rank possessing
                                        eternal years.              Ye who now will bless the poor
                                                                     Shall yourselves find blessing
                                             Chorus:
                                 Hail, thou ever blessed morn,
                                 Hail redemption’s happy dawn,
                                  Sing through all Jerusalem,
                                  Christ is born in Bethlehem.
                  32                                                                                   13
                          10. Hark The Herald Angel Sing             26. Santa Claus Is Comin’ To Town
                                  Hark the herald angels sing                    You better watch out
                                 “Glory to the newborn King!                       You better not cry
                                   Peace on earth and mercy                       You better not pout
                                     mild God and sinners                         I’m telling you why
                                   reconciled” Joyful, all ye                Santa Claus is coming to town
                                          nations rise                       Santa Claus is coming to town
                                 Join the triumph of the skies               Santa Claus is coming to town
                                     With the angelic host
                                  proclaim: “Christ is born in                    He’s making a list,
                                          Bethlehem”                              Checking it twice;
                                                                         Gonna find out who’s naughty or nice.
                                            Chorus                          Santa Claus is coming to town
                                 Hark! The herald angels sing               Santa Claus is coming to town
                                 “Glory to the newborn King!”               Santa Claus is coming to town
                               Born that man no more may die                 So be good for goodness sake
                                Born to raise the sons of earth                     Goodness sake
CreativeMedia.org.uk
                  30                                                                                                             15
                          12. Here We Come a-Wassailing                  24. Past Three O Clock
                                 Here we come a-wassailing                       Chorus
                                 Among the leaves so green,         16
                                 Here we come a-wand’ring
                                     So fair to be seen.
                                          Chorus
                                  Love and joy come to you,
                                And to you your wassail, too,
                               And God bless you, and send you
                                     A Happy New Year,
            Hinds o’er
            the pearly
            Dewy lawn
            early Seek
             the high
             stranger
            Laid in the
             manager.
          Cheese from
            the dairy
          Bring they for
           mary, And,
             not for
          money, Butter
           and honey.
            Light out of
           star-land
           Leadeth
                          23. Once In Royal David’s City            13. In the bleak mid-winter
                                 Once in royal David’s city,              In the bleak mid-winter
                                 Stood a lowly cattle shed,               Frosty wind made moan,
                               Where a mother laid her Baby,              Earth stood hard as iron,
                                  In a manger for His bed:                   Water like a stone;
                                Mary was that mother mild,             Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
                                Jesus Christ, her little Child.                Snow on snow,
                                                                          In the bleak mid-winter
                             He came down to earth from heaven,                  Long ago.
                                 Who is God and Lord of all,
                                And His shelter was a stable,         Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
                                 And His cradle was a stall:                  Nor earth sustain;
                             With the poor, and mean, and lowly,       Heaven and earth shall flee away
                              Lived on earth our Saviour holy.            When He comes to reign:
                                                                           In the bleak mid-winter
                              For He is our childhood’s pattern;           A stable-place sufficed
                                Day by day, like us, He grew;                   The Lord God
                              He was little, weak, and helpless,           Almighty, Jesus Christ.
                                 Tears and smiles, like us He
                              knew; And He cares when we are               Angels and archangels
                               sad, And he shares when we are             May have gathered there,
                                             glad.                        Cherubim and seraphim
                                                                             Thronged the air -
                              And our eyes at last shall see Him,           But only His mother
                              Through His own redeeming love;               In her maiden bliss
                              For that Child so dear and gentle,          Worshipped the Beloved
                                Is our Lord in heaven above:                    With a kiss.
                               And He leads His children on,
                                  To the place where He is                 What can I give Him,
                                            gone.                                Poor as I am?
Compiled and created by
                                                                             If I were a shepherd
                                                                           I would bring a
CreativeMedia.org.uk
                                                                           lamb; If I were a
                                                                           wise man I would do
                                                                           my part;
                                                                         Yet what I can, I give Him -
                                                                                Give my heart.
                  28                                                                                      17
                          14. I Saw Three Ships Come Sailing In.             22. Oh Little Town Of Bethlehem
                                   I saw three ships come sailing in                 O little town of Bethlehem
                                 On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;                  How still we see thee lie
                                  On Christmas Day in the morning.               Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
                                                                                       The silent stars go by
                                 And what was in those ships all three,                Yet in thy dark streets
                                                                                   shineth The everlasting Light
                                The Virgin Mary and Christ were there,           The hopes and fears of all the years
                                                                                      Are met in thee tonight
                                Pray, wither sailed those ships all three,
                                                                                     For Christ is born of Mary
                                     O they sailed into Bethlehem,                     And gathered all above
                                                                                 While mortals sleep, the angels keep
                                  And all the bells on earth shall ring,           Their watch of wondering love
                                                                                      O morning stars together
                                  And all the Angels in Heaven shall                   Proclaim the holy birth
                                                                                  And praises sing to God the King
                                 sing, And all the souls on earth shall              And Peace to men on earth
                                   sing, Then let us all rejoice again,               How silently, how silently
                                                                                     The wondrous gift is given!
                                                                                  So God imparts to human hearts
                                                                                    The blessings of His heaven.
                                                                                    No ear may hear His coming,
                                                                                       But in this world of sin,
                                                                                Where meek souls will receive him still,
                                                                                      The dear Christ enters in.
                  18                                                                                                       27
 21. Oh Come Emanuel                      15. It Came Upon The Midnight Clear
    O come, O come, Emmanuel,                     It came upon the midnight clear,
      And ransom captive Israel,                      That glorious song of old,
   That mourns in lonely exile here,            From angels bending near the earth,
     Until the Son of God appear.                    To touch their harps of gold;
    Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Emmanuel                  “Peace on the earth, good will to
     Shall come to thee, O Israel.                men, From Heaven’ all gracious
                                                King.” The world in solemn stillness
   O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free                               lay,
  Thine own from Satan’s tyranny ;                     To hear the angels sing.
 From depths of hell Thy people save,
 And give them victory o’er the grave.         Still through the cloven skies they come
    Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Emmanuel                     With peaceful wings unfurled,
     Shall come to thee, O Israel.               And still their heavenly music floats
                                                        O’er all the weary world;
O come, Thou Dayspring, from on high,               Above its sad and lowly plains,
  And cheer us by Thy drawing nigh;                   They bend on hovering wing,
 Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,               And ever over its Babel sounds
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.                The bless√®d angels sing.
    Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Emmanuel
     Shall come to thee, O Israel.               Yet with the woes of sin and strife
                                                   The world has suffered long;
  O come, Thou Key of David, come                  Beneath the angel strain have
  And open wide our heav’nly home ;                rolled Two thousand years of
   Make safe the way that leads on                            wrong;
  high, And close the path to misery.           And man, at war with man, hears not
    Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Emmanuel                 The love-song which they bring;
     Shall come to thee, O Israel.               O hush the noise, ye men of strife
                                                     And hear the angels sing.
                                                                                   Chorus:
                                                                           O come, let us adore Him,
                                                                           O come, let us adore Him,
                                                                           O come, let us adore Him,
                                                                               Christ the Lord.
                  20                                                                                             25
                          19. Love Came Down At Christmas                16. Jingle Bells
                                 Love came down at Christmas,          Dashing through the snow
                                 Love all lovely, Love Divine,         In a one horse open sleigh
                                  Love was born at Christmas,             O’er the fields we go
                                 Star and Angels gave the sign.           Laughing all the way
                                                                         Bells on bob tails ring
                                   Worship we the Godhead,                Making spirits bright
                                     Love Incarnate, Love             What fun it is to laugh and sing
                                    Divine, Worship we our              A sleighing song tonight
                                            Jesus,
                                 But wherewith for sacred sign?                   Chorus:
                                                                        Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells
                                    Love shall be our token,                 Jingle all the way
                              Love shall be yours and love be mine,      Oh, what fun it is to ride
                                    Love to God and all men,            In a one horse open sleigh
                                Love for plea and gift and sign.         Jingle bells, jingle bells
                                                                             Jingle all the way
                                                                         Oh, what fun it is to ride
                                                                        In a one horse open sleigh
                  24                                                                                     21
                                17. Joy To The                                             18. Little Donkey
                                    World
                             Joy to the World , the Lord is come!                  Little donkey, little donkey on the dusty road
                                  Let earth receive her King;                Got to keep on plodding onwards with your precious load
                              Let every heart prepare Him room,              Been a long time, little donkey, through the winters night
                                And Heaven and nature sing,                               Don’t give up now, little donkey,
                                And Heaven and nature sing,                                     Bethlehem’s in sight
                           And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.
                                                                                                      Chorus:
                              Joy to the World, the Savior reigns!                          Ring out those bells tonight
                                   Let men their songs employ;                                Bethlehem, Bethlehem
                          While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains                   Follow that star tonight
                                     Repeat the sounding joy,                                 Bethlehem, Bethlehem
                                     Repeat the sounding joy,
                                   Repeat, repeat, the sounding                   Little donkey, little donkey, had a heavy day
                                               joy.                               Little donkey, carry Mary safely on her way
                                                                                  Little donkey, little donkey, journey’s end is
                               No more let sins and sorrows grow,                                       near
                                  Nor thorns infest the ground;              There are wisemen waiting for a sign to bring them here
                              He comes to make His blessings flow
                                    Far as the curse is found,                        Do not falter little donkey, there’s a star
                                    Far as the curse is found,                       ahead It will guide you, little donkey, to a
                                Far as, far as, the curse is                       cattle shed Little donkey, little donkey, had a
                                found.                                              heavy day Little donkey, carry Mary, safely
                                                                                   on her way Little donkey, carry Mary, safely
                             He rules the world with truth and grace,                                 on her way
                                  And makes the nations prove
                                The glories of His righteousness,
                                    And wonders of His love,
                                    And wonders of His love,
Compiled and created by
22 23