Ian Janis - At Seventeen lyrics

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 power

When 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 Shepherds

Brought tidings 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.

"Fear not," then said the Angel,

"let nothing you affright,

This day is born a Saviour

Of pure Virgin bright,

To free all those who trust in Him

From Satan's power and might."

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.

And when they came to Bethlehem

Where 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 brotherhood

Each other now embrace;

This holy tide of Christmas

All other doth deface.

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy