Traditional Christmas Carol Lyrics
- Angels From The Realm Of Glory
- Angels We Have Heard On High
- Away In a Manger
- Bring A Torch, Jeanette Isabella
- Do You Hear What I Hear
- Far, Far Away on Judea’s Plains
- Go, Tell It On The Mountain
- God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen
- Good Christian Men, Rejoice
- Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
- I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day
- It Came Upon The Midnight Clear
- Joy To The World
- O Come, All Ye Faithful
- O Holy Night
- O Little Town of Bethlehem
- Once In Royal David’s City
- Silent Night
- The First Noel
- The Shepherd’s Carol (round)
- We Three Kings of Orient Are
- What Child Is This?
- When Joseph Went To Bethlehem
- While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks
- With Wondering Awe
Angels From The Realm Of Glory
Angels from the realms of gloryWing your flight over all the earthYe, who sang creations storyNow proclaim Messiah's birthCome and worship, come and worshipWorship Christ the newborn KingShepherds in the fields abidingWatching over your flocks by nightGod with man is now residingYonder shines the Infant lightCome and worship, come and worshipWorship Christ the newborn KingSages leave your contemplationsBrighter visions beam afarSeek the great Desire of nationsYe have seen His natal starCome and worship, come and worshipWorship Christ the newborn KingSaints before the alter bendingWatching long in hope and fearSuddenly the Lord, descending,In His temple shall appearCome and worship, come and worshipWorship Christ the newborn King
Angels We Have Heard On High
French carol, ca. 1862
Angels we have heard on highSweetly singing over the plainsAnd the mountains in reply,Echoing their joyous strains.Glo-ori-aIn excelsis de-oGlo-ori-aIn excelsis de-oShepherds, why this Jubilee?Why your joyous strains prolong?What the gladsome tidings beWhich inspire your heavenly song?Glo-ori-aIn excelsis de-oGlo-ori-aIn excelsis de-oCome to Bethlehem and seeHim whose birth the angels sing;Come, adore on bended kneeChrist, the Lord,the newborn KingGlo-ori-aIn excelsis de-oGlo-ori-aIn excelsis de-oSee Him in a manger laidJesus, Lord of heaven and earth!Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,With us sing our Savior's birth.Glo-ori-aIn excelsis de-oGlo-ori-aIn excelsis de-o
Away In a Manger
Away in a manger,no crib for His bed,The little Lord Jesuslaid down His sweet head;The stars in the heavenslooked down where He lay,The little Lord Jesusasleep on the hay.The cattle are lowing,the poor Baby wakes,But little Lord Jesus,no crying He makes.I love Thee, Lord Jesus;look down from the skyAnd stay by my cradletill morning is nigh.Be near me, Lord Jesus;I ask Thee to stayClose by me foreverand love me I pray!Bless all the dear childrenin Thy tender care,And fit us for Heavento live with Thee there.Away in a manger,no crib for His bed,The little Lord Jesuslaid down His sweet head;The stars in the heavenslooked down where He lay,The little Lord Jesusasleep on the hay.
Bring A Torch, Jeanette Isabella
French carol, ca. 1553
Bring a torch, Jeanette, IsabellaBring a torch, come swiftly and runChrist is born,tell the folk of the villageJesus is sleeping in His cradleAh, ah, beautiful is the MotherAh, ah, beautiful is her SonHasten now, good folk of the villageHasten now, the Christ Child to seeYou will find Him asleep in the mangerQuietly come and whisper softlyHush, hush, peacefully now He slumbersHush, hush, peacefully now He sleeps
Do You Hear What I Hear
Said the night wind to the little lamb,do you see what I seeWay up in the sky, little lamb,do you see what I seeA star, a star, dancing in the nightWith a tail as big as a kiteWith a tail as big as a kiteSaid the little lamb to the shepherd boy,do you hear what I hearRinging through the sky, shepherd boy,do you hear what I hearA song, a song, high above the treesWith a voice as big as the seaWith a voice as big as the seaSaid the shepherd boy to the mighty king,do you know what I knowIn your palace warm, mighty king,do you know what I knowA Child, a Child shivers in the coldLet us bring Him silver and goldLet us bring Him silver and goldSaid the king to the people everywhere,listen to what I sayPray for peace, people everywhere!listen to what I sayThe Child, the Child, sleeping in the nightHe will bring us goodness and lightHe will bring us goodness and light
Far, Far Away on Judea’s Plains
John Menzies Macfarlane(1833-1892), 1869
Far, far away on Judea's plains,Shepherds of oldheard the joyous strains:Glory to God, Glory to God,Glory to God in the highest:Peace on earth,good-will to men;Peace on earth,good-will to men!Sweet are these strainsof redeeming love,Message of mercy from heaven above:Glory to God, Glory to God,Glory to God in the highest:Peace on earth,good-will to men;Peace on earth,Lord, with the angelswe too would rejoice,Help us to sing withthe heart and voice:Glory to God, Glory to God,Glory to God in the highest:Peace on earth,good-will to men;Peace on earth,good-will to men!Hasten the time when,from every clime,Men shall unitein the strains sublime:Glory to God, Glory to God,Glory to God in the highest:Peace on earth,good-will to men;Peace on earth,good-will to men!
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
While shepherds kept their watchingOver silent flocks by night,Behold throughout the heavens,There shone a holy light:Go, Tell It On The Mountain,Over the hills and everywhere;Go, Tell It On The MountainThat Jesus Christ is born.The shepherds feared and trembledWhen lo! above the earthRang out the angel chorusThat hailed our Saviour's birth:Go, Tell It On The Mountain,Over the hills and everywhere;Go, Tell It On The MountainThat Jesus Christ is born.Down in a lowly mangerOur humble Christ was bornAnd God send us salvation,That blessed Christmas morn:Go, Tell It On The Mountain,Over the hills and everywhere;Go, Tell It On The MountainThat Jesus Christ is born.When I am a seeker,I seek both night and day;I seek the Lord to help me,And He shows me the way:Go, Tell It On The Mountain,Over the hills and everywhere;Go, Tell It On The MountainThat Jesus Christ is born.He made me a watchmanUpon the city wall,And if I am a Christian,I am the least of all.Go, Tell It On The Mountain,Over the hills and everywhere;Go, Tell It On The MountainThat Jesus Christ is born.
God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen
God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen,Let nothing you dismay;Remember Christ, our Saviour,Was born on Christmas day,To save us all from Satan's powerWhen we were gone astray.O tidings of comfort and joy,comfort and joy,O tidings of comfort and joy.In Bethlehem, in Jewry,This blessed Babe was born,And laid within a manger,Upon this blessed morn;That 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 ShepherdsBrought tidings of the same:How that in Bethlehem was bornThe Son of God by Name.O tidings of comfort and joy,comfort and joy,O tidings of comfort and joy."Fear not," then said the Angel,"let nothing you affright,This day is born a SaviourOf pure Virgin bright,To free all those who trust in HimFrom Satan's power and might."O tidings of comfort and joy,comfort and joy,O tidings of comfort and joy.The shepherds at those tidingsRejoiced 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.And when they came to BethlehemWhere our dear Saviour lay,They found Him in a manger,Where oxen feed on hay;His Mother Mary kneeling down,Unto the Lord did pray.O tidings of comfort and joy,comfort and joy,O tidings of comfort and joy.Now to the Lord sing praises,All you within this place,And with true love and brotherhoodEach other now embrace;This holy tide of ChristmasAll other doth deface.O tidings of comfort and joy,comfort and joy,O tidings of comfort and joy.
Good Christian Men, Rejoice
John Mason Neale, 19th century
Good Christian men, rejoiceWith heart and soul and voice;Give ye heed to what we say:News! News!Jesus Christ is born today:Ox and ass before him bowAnd He is in the manger now.Christ is born today!Christ is born today!Good Christian men, rejoiceWith heart and soul and voice;Now ye hear of endless bliss;Joy! Joy!Jesus Christ was born for this!He has oped the heav'nly doorAnd man is blessed evermore.Christ was born for this!Christ was born for this!Good Christian men, rejoiceWith 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 allTo gain his everlasting hall.Christ was born to save!Christ was born to save!
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Charles Wesley(1707-1788), 1739
Hark! the herald angels sing"Glory to the newborn KingPeace on earth and mercy mild,God and sinners reconciled!"Joyful, all ye nations rise;Join the triumph of the skies;With angelic host proclaim"Christ is born in Bethlehem!"Hark! the herald angels sing"Glory to the newborn King!"Christ, by highest heaven adored;Christ the everlasting Lord;Late in time behold Him come,Offspring of the favored one.Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see;hail the incarnate DeityPleased as man with men to dwell,Jesus, our EmmanuelHark! the herald angels sing,"Glory to the newborn King"Hail! the heaven-born Prince of Peace!Hail! the Son of Righteousness!Light and life to all He brings,risen 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 birthHark! the herald angels sing,"Glory to the newborn King"
I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow(1807-1882), 1867
I Heard the Bells on Christmas DayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweet the words repeatOf peace on earth, good will to men.I thought how, as the day had come,The belfries of all ChristendomHad rolled along the unbroken songOf peace on earth, good will to men.And in despair I bowed my head:"There is no peace on earth," I said,"For hate is strong and mocks the songOf peace on earth, good will to men."Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,With peace on earth, good will to men."Till, ringing singing, on its way,The world revolved from night to day,A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,Of peace on earth, good will to men!
It Came Upon The Midnight Clear
Edmund H. Sears(1810-1876), 1849
It came upon the midnight clear,That glorious song of old,From angels bending near the earthWith news of joy foretold,"Peace on the earth, good will to menFrom heaven's all gracious King."The world in solemn stillness lay,To hear the angels sing.Still through the cloven skies they come,Love's banner all unfurled;And still their heavenly music floatsOver all the weary world.Above its sad and lowly plainsOld echoes plaintive ring,And ever over its Babel soundsThe blessed angels sing.Yet with the woes of sin and strifeThe world has suffered long;Beneath the Angel-strain have rolledTwo thousand years of wrong;And man at war with man hears notThe love-song which they bring;O! hush the noise, ye men of strife,And hear the Angels sing.O ye, beneath life's crushing loadWhose forms are bending low,Who toil along the climbing wayWith painful steps and slow;Look now! for glad and golden hoursCome swiftly on the wing;O rest beside the weary roadAnd hear the angels sing.For lo! the days are hastening on,By prophets seen of old,When with the ever-circling yearsShall come the time foretold,When the new heaven and earth shall ownThe Prince of Peace their King,And the whole world send back the songWhich now the angels sing.
Joy To The World
Isaac Watts(1674-1748)
Joy to the world! The Lord is come.Let earth receive her KingLet every heartPrepare Him roomAnd Saints and angels singAnd Saints and angels singAnd Saints and Saints and angels singJoy to the world, the Saviour reignsLet Saints their songs employWhile fields and floodsrocks, hills and plainsRepeat the sounding joyRepeat the sounding joyRepeat, Repeat, the sounding joyJoy to the world with truth and graceAnd makes the nations proveThe glories of His righteousnessAnd wonders of His loveAnd wonders of His loveAnd wonders and wonders of His loveNo more will sin and sorrow grow,Nor thorns infest the ground;He'll come and make the blessings flowFar as the curse was found,Far as the curse was found,Far as, far as the curse was found.He rules the world with truth and grace,And gives to nations proofThe glories of His righteousness,And wonders of His love;And wonders of His love;And wonders, wonders of His love.Rejoice! Rejoice in the Most High,While Israel spreads abroadLike stars that glitter in the sky,And ever worship God,And ever worship God,And ever, and ever worship God.
O Come, All Ye Faithful
Attributed to John Francis Wade(ca. 1711-1786)
O come, all ye faithful,Joyful and triumphant,O come ye,O come ye to Bethlehem;Come and behold HimBorn 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.Sing, choirs of angels,Sing in exultation,Sing, all ye citizensof heaven above;Glory to God,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.Yea, Lord, we greet Thee,Born this happy morning,Jesus, to Thee beall glory given;Son 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.
O Holy Night
J.S.Dwight & A.C.Adam, 19th Century
O holy night,the stars are brightly shining;It is the night ofour dear Savior's birth!Long lay the worldin sin and error pining,Till He appearedand the soul felt its worth.A thrill of hope,the weary world rejoices,For yonder breaksa new and glorious morn.Fall on your knees,O hear the angel voices!O night divine,O night when Christ was born!O night divine, O night,O night divine!Led by the light of Faithserenely beaming,With glowing heartsby His cradle we stand.So led by light of a starsweetly gleaming,Here came the wise menfrom Orient land.The King of Kings lay thusin lowly manger,In all our trialsborn to be our Friend!He knows our need,To our weakness no stranger;Behold your King!Before the lowly bend!Behold your King! your King!before Him bend.Truly He taught usto love one another;His law is love andHis gospel is peace.Chains shall He breakfor the slave is our brotherAnd in His nameall oppression shall cease.Sweet hymns of joy ingrateful chorus raise we,Let all within uspraise His holy name!Christ is the Lord,Oh praise His name forever,His pow'r and glory evermore proclaimHis pow'r and gloryevermore proclaim.
O Little Town of Bethlehem
Phillips Brooks(1835-1893), 1868
O little town of Bethlehem,How still we see thee lie.Above thy deep and dreamless sleepThe silent stars go by;Yet in thy dark streets shinethThe everlasting Light;The hopes and fears of all the yearsAre met in thee tonight.For Christ is born of Mary,And, gathered all aboveWhile mortals sleep, the angels keepTheir watch of wondering love.O morning stars, togetherProclaim the holy birth.And praises sing to God the King.And peace to men on earth.How silently, how silentlyThe wondrous gift is given!So God imparts to human heartsThe 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.Where children, pure and happy,Pray to the Blessed Child;Where misery cries out to thee,Son of the Mother mild;Where charity stands watching,And faith holds wide the door,The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,and Christmas comes once more.O Holy Child of Bethlehem,Descend to us, we pray;Cast out our sin and enter in;Be born in us today!We hear the Christmas angelsThe great glad tidings tell;O come to us, abide with us,Our Lord Emmanuel!
Once In Royal David’s City
Cecil Frances Alexander(1818-1895)
Once in royal David's city,stood a lowly cattle shed,where a mother laid her babyin a manger for His bed:Mary was that mother mild,Jesus Christ her little child.He came down to earth from heaven,Who is God and Lord of all,And His shelter was a stable,and His cradle was a stall;With the poor and meek and lowly,lived on earth our Savior holy.And through allHis wondrous childhood,He would honor and obey,Love and watch the lowly mother,in whose gentle arms He lay.Christian children all should be,mild, obedient, good as He.For He is our child-hood's pattern,Day by day like us He grew,He was little, weak, and helpless,Tears and smiles like us He knew,And He feeleth for our sadness,And He shareth in our gladness.And our eyes at last shall see Him,through His own redeeming love;For that child so dear and gentle,is our Lord in heaven above,And He leads His children on,to the place where He is gone.Not in that poor lowly stable,with the oxen standing by,We shall see Him, but in heaven,set at God's right hand on high;When like starsHis children crowned,all in white shall be around.
Silent Night
Joseph Mohr(1792-1848), 1818
Silent night, holy night!All is calm, All is brightRound yon Virgin, Mother and ChildHoly 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 Al-le-lu-ia!Christ the Saviour is born!Christ the Saviour is born!Silent night, holy night!Wondrous star, lend thy light!With the angels let us singAlleluia to our King!Christ the Saviour is here,Jesus the Saviour is here!Silent night, Holy night!Son of God, love's pure lightRadiant beams from Thy holy face,with the dawn of redeeming grace,Jesus Lord at thy birth;Jesus Lord at thy birth.
The First Noel
English carol, 17th century
The first Noel the angels did sayWas to certain poor shepherdsin fields as they lay,In fields where they laykeeping their sheepOn a cold winter's nightthat was so deep.Noel Noel Noel Noel!Born is the King of Israel!They looked up and saw a starShining 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 starThree wise men came from country far,To seek for a King was their intentAnd to follow the starwherever it went.Noel Noel Noel Noel!Born is the King of Israel!This star drew nigh to the northwestOver Bethlehem it took its rest,And there it did both stop and stayRight over the place where Jesus lay.Noel Noel Noel Noel!Born is the King of Israel!Then did they know assuredlyWithin that house the King did lie:One entered in then for to see,And found the Babe in poverty:Noel Noel Noel Noel!Born is the King of Israel!Then entered in those wise men threeFull reverently upon their knee,And offered there in His presenceTheir gold, and myrrh and frankincense.Noel Noel Noel Noel!Born is the King of Israel!Then let us all with one accordSing praises to our heavenly Lord,That hath made heavenand earth of naughtAnd with His bloodmankind hath bought.Noel Noel Noel Noel!Born is the King of Israel!
The Shepherd’s Carol (round)
Mary, Mary hush, see the ChildJoseph, Joseph, look see how mildThis is Jesus; this is our KingThis is our Savior, his praises we sing.
We Three Kings
[all]We three kings of orient are,bearing gifts we traverse afarField 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.[Melchior]Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,Gold I bring to crown Him againKing for ever, ceasing neverover us all to reign.[all]O star of wonder, star of night,star with royal beauty bright.Westward leading, still proceeding,Guide us to thy perfect light.[Casper]Frankincense to offer have I,incense owns a Deity nighPrayer and praising, all men raising,Worship Him, God most high.[all]O star of wonder, star of night,star with royal beauty bright.Westward leading, still proceeding,Guide us to thy perfect light.[Balthazar]Myrrh is mine,its bitter perfume breathesa life of gathering gloom.Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,sealed in the stone cold tomb.[all]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!Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,heaven to earth replies.O star of wonder, star of night,star with royal beauty bright.Westward leading, still proceeding,Guide us to thy perfect light.
What Child Is This?
William Chatterton Dix, published ca. 1865
What Child is this, who laid to rest,On Mary's lap is sleeping?Whom angels greet with anthems sweetWhile shepherds watch are keeping?This, this is Christ the KingWhom shepherds guard and angels sing.Haste, haste to bring Him laud,The Babe, the Son of Mary.Why lies He in such mean estateWhere ox and ass are feeding?Good Christian, fear: for sinners here,The silent Word is pleading.This, this is Christ the KingWhom shepherds guard and angels sing.Haste, haste to bring Him laud,The Babe, the Son of Mary.Nails, spear, shall pierce Him through,The Cross be borne, for me, for you:Hail, hail, the Word made flesh,The Babe, the Son of Mary!This, this is Christ the KingWhom shepherds guard and angels sing.Haste, haste to bring Him laud,The Babe, the Son of Mary.So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh;Come peasant, king to own Him.The King of Kings salvation brings;Let loving hearts enthrone Him.This, this is Christ the KingWhom shepherds guard and angels sing.Haste, haste to bring Him laud,The Babe, the Son of Mary.Raise, raise, the song on high,The Virgin sings her lullaby:Joy joy for Christ is born,The Babe, the Son of Mary!This, this is Christ the KingWhom shepherds guard and angels sing.Haste, haste to bring Him laud,The Babe, the Son of Mary.
When Joseph Went To Bethlehem
When Joseph went to BethlehemI think he took great careTo place his tools and close his shopand leave no shavings there.He urged the donkey forward,then, with Mary on its back,And carried bread and goat cheesein a little linen sack.I think there at the busy innthat he was meek and milkAnd awed to be the guardianof Mary's sacred Child.Perhaps all through the chilly hourshe smoothed the swaddling bands,And Jesus felt the quiet strength ofJoseph's gentle hands.And close beside the manger bedhe dimmed the lantern's light,And held the little Jesus close uponthat holy night.
While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks
Nahum Tate(1652-1715), ca. 1700
While shepherds watched their flocks by night,All seated on the ground,The angel of the Lord came down,And glory shone around."Fear not," said he, for mighty dreadHad seized their troubled mind,"Glad tidings of great joy I bringTo you and all mankind.""To you, in David's town this day,Is born of David's lineThe Savior who is Christ the Lord,And this shall be the sign:The heavenly Babe you there shall findTo human view displayed,All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,And in a manger laid."Thus spake the seraph, and forthwithAppeared a shining throngOf angels praising God and thusAddressed their joyful song:"All glory be to God on highAnd on the earth be peace,Goodwill henceforth from heaven to menBegin and never cease."
With Wondering Awe
With wondering awe the wise men sawThe star in heaven springing,And with delight, in peaceful night,They heard the angel singing:Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to His name!By light of star they traveled farTo seek the lowly manger,A humble bed wherein was laidThe wondrous little Stranger.Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to His name!And still is found, the world around,The old and hallowed story,And still is sung in every tongueThe angels' song of glory:Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to His name!The heavenly star its rays afarOn every land is throwing,And shall not cease till holy peaceIn all the earth is growing.Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to His name!