O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
In Bethlehem, in [Incomprehensible] this Blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn
The which His mother Mary did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
From God our Heavenly Father a blessed angel came
And unto certain shepherds brought tiding of the same
How that in Bethlehem was born, the Son of God by name
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
The shepherds at those tidings, rejoiced much in mind
And left their flocks a-feeding in tempest, storm and wind
And went to Bethlehem straightway, the Son of God to find
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy