Come and see the baby, born on this day.
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
For Jesus Christ our savior
Was born upon this day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
From God our heavenly father
The blessed angel came
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
The shepherds sent these tidings
With joy much in mind
And left their flocks a'feeding
And tempered storm and wind
And went to Bethlehem stright way
The blessed babe to find
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
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Come and see the baby, born on this day.
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
For Jesus Christ our savior
Was born upon this day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
From God our heavenly father
The blessed angel came
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
The shepherds sent these tidings
With joy much in mind
And left their flocks a'feeding
And tempered storm and wind
And went to Bethlehem stright way
The blessed babe to find
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
For Jesus Christ our savior
Was born upon this day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
From God our heavenly father
The blessed angel came
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
The shepherds sent these tidings
With joy much in mind
And left their flocks a'feeding
And tempered storm and wind
And went to Bethlehem stright way
The blessed babe to find
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Writer: TRADITIONAL (PD), PHIL KELSALL
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Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing