The Story of
"God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"
One of the most popular English
carols is "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen." It is intriguing to observe that
the comma after "Merry" is often misplaced, causing the title to read "God
Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen." Yet the original punctuation indicates that the
song is for all people, whether they are merry or not, with the hope and
blessing that God's grace and mercy will cause them to be merry.
The origin of the carol is a
mystery; some say that it is from Cornwall, England. There are many
various versions, some of are dated all the way back to the 16th century.
Even though it was written in a minor key, this song still exudes
Christmas joy, and is happy and triumphant. The music was written by
Sir John Stainer, "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" was typically the first
carol heard on the streets of London at Christmas time.
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 Israel,
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 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 a 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
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