1. Carol, carol joyfully!
Christ the Lord is born!
With your sweetest minstrelsy,
Greet His Birthday morn.
Royal Infant fair and sweet,
Tiny hands and dimpled feet:
'Tis the king of pow'r confest,
Lies on maiden mother's breast.
[Refrain]
Carol! Carol, Carol! Carol joyfully!
Sweetest songs of Angel throngs,
Sweetest praise our voices raise,
Infant Lord, to Thee!
Infant Lord, to Thee!
2. Carol, carol joyfully!
Herald-angels sing,
Through the starry midnight sky,
Of the new-born King.
Patient oxen round Him stand,
While the kings from Eastern land
Bring their off'rings manifold,--
Myrrh and frankincense and gold. [Refrain]
3. Carol, carol joyfully!
Winter's gloom is past
Now our Sun right royally
Sheds His rays at last;
Shines with holy peace and love,
Shines with light from heav'n above,
Bringing from the Father's Throne
Power to claim and keep His own. [Refrain]
Carol! Carol Joyfully Lyrics
Carol! Carol Joyfully Lyrics
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1. Carol, carol joyfully!
Christ the Lord is born!
With your sweetest minstrelsy,
Greet His Birthday morn.
Royal Infant fair and sweet,
Tiny hands and dimpled feet:
'Tis the king of pow'r confest,
Lies on maiden mother's breast.
[Refrain]
Carol! Carol, Carol! Carol joyfully!
Sweetest songs of Angel throngs,
Sweetest praise our voices raise,
Infant Lord, to Thee!
Infant Lord, to Thee!
2. Carol, carol joyfully!
Herald-angels sing,
Through the starry midnight sky,
Of the new-born King.
Patient oxen round Him stand,
While the kings from Eastern land
Bring their off'rings manifold,--
Myrrh and frankincense and gold. [Refrain]
3. Carol, carol joyfully!
Winter's gloom is past
Now our Sun right royally
Sheds His rays at last;
Shines with holy peace and love,
Shines with light from heav'n above,
Bringing from the Father's Throne
Power to claim and keep His own. [Refrain]
Christ the Lord is born!
With your sweetest minstrelsy,
Greet His Birthday morn.
Royal Infant fair and sweet,
Tiny hands and dimpled feet:
'Tis the king of pow'r confest,
Lies on maiden mother's breast.
[Refrain]
Carol! Carol, Carol! Carol joyfully!
Sweetest songs of Angel throngs,
Sweetest praise our voices raise,
Infant Lord, to Thee!
Infant Lord, to Thee!
2. Carol, carol joyfully!
Herald-angels sing,
Through the starry midnight sky,
Of the new-born King.
Patient oxen round Him stand,
While the kings from Eastern land
Bring their off'rings manifold,--
Myrrh and frankincense and gold. [Refrain]
3. Carol, carol joyfully!
Winter's gloom is past
Now our Sun right royally
Sheds His rays at last;
Shines with holy peace and love,
Shines with light from heav'n above,
Bringing from the Father's Throne
Power to claim and keep His own. [Refrain]