Christmas Carol Lyrics & Midi Music
Angels
From The Realms Of Glory
Angels, from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er
all the earth;
Ye, who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's
birth:
Refrain
Come and worship,
Come and worship
Worship
Christ, the new-born King.
Shepherds in the field abiding,
Watching
o'er your flocks by night,
God with man is now residing;
Yonder shines the
infant Light:
(Refrain)
Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter
visions beam afar:
Seek the great Desire of nations;
Ye have seen his
natal star:
(Refrain)
Saints before the altar bending,
Watching
long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In his temple shall
appear:
(Refrain)
Angels
We Have Heard On High
Angels We Have Heard On High
Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
Chorus:
Gloria, In Excelsius Deo
Shepherd why this jubilee,
Why your joyous strains prolong
What the gladsome tidings be,
Which inspire your heavenly song?
(Repeat Chorus)
Away In a Manger
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes;
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle til morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray;
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven to live with Thee there.
God Rest
Ye Merry Gentlemen
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you
dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas day,
To save
us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray;
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.
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
This blessed
babe to find:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings
of comfort and joy.
But when to Bethlehem they came,
Whereat this
infant lay
They found him in a manger,
Where oxen feed on hay;
His
mother Mary kneeling,
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
others doth deface:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O
tidings of comfort and joy.
Good Christian
Men Rejoice
Good Christian men, rejoice
With heart and soul and
voice;
Give ye heed to what we say:
Jesus Christ is born today:
Ox and
ass before him bow
And He is in the manger now.
Christ is born
today!
Christ is born today!
Good Christian men, rejoice
With heart
and soul and voice;
Now ye hear of endless bliss;
Jesus Christ was born
for this!
He has oped the heav'nly door
And man is blessed
evermore.
Christ was born for this!
Christ was born for this!
Good
Christian men, rejoice
With heart and soul and voice;
Now ye need not fear
the grave;
Jesus Christ was born to save!
Calls you one and calls you
all
To gain his everlasting hall.
Christ was born to save!
Christ was
born to save!
Hark The
Herald Angels Sing
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn
King,
peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners
reconcile.
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
join the triumph of the
skies;
with the 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 a virgin's
womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
hail, the incarnate
deity,
pleased as Man with to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel!
Hark! the
herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King.
Hail, the heaven-born
Prince of peace!
Hail the Sun 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 suns of
earth,
born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels
sing,
Glory to the newborn King.
It
Came Upon The Midnight Clear
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of
old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of
gold:
"Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From heaven's all-gracious
King."
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels
sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings
unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary
world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And
ever o'er its Babel-sounds
The blessed angels sing.
Yet with the woes
of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the heavenly strain
have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears
not
The tidings which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of
strife,
And hear the angels sing!
O ye, beneath life's crushing
load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With
painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly
on the wing;
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels
sing!
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of
old,
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time
foretold,
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors
fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels
sing.
Jingle
Bells
Dashing through the snow,
In a one horse open
sleigh
O'er the hills we go,
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bobtail
ring
Making spirits bright.
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighing
song tonight.
Chorus:
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all
the way!
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh!
Joy To The World
Joy
to the world! The Lord is come:
let earth receive her King!
Let every
heart prepare him room,
and heaven and nature sing.
Joy to the earth!
the Saviour reigns:
let men their songs employ,
while fields and floods,
rocks, hills and plains
repeat the sounding joy.
No more let sins and
sorrows grow,
nor thorns infest the ground:
he comes to make his blessings
flow
far as the curse is found.
He rules the earth with truth and
grace,
and makes the nations prove
the glories of his righteousnes
and
wonders of his love.
Joyful,
Joyful, We Adore Thee
Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of
love,
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, hail Thee as the sun
above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness, drive the dark of doubt
away;
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day.
All
Thy works with joy surround Thee, earth and heav'n reflect Thy rays,
Stars
and angels sing around Thee, center of unbroken praise;
Field and forest,
vale and mountain, flow'ry meadow, flashing sea,
Chanting bird and flowing
fountain call us to rejoice in Thee.
Thou art giving and forgiving, ever
blessing, ever blest,
Wellspring of the joy of living, ocean depth of happy
rest.
Thou our Father, Christ our Brother, all who live in love are
Thine;
Teach us how to love each other, lift us to the Joy
Divine.
Mortals, join the mighty chorus which the morning stars
began,
Father love is reigning o'er us, brother love binds man to
man.
Ever singing, march we onward, victors in the midst of strife;
Joyful
music lifts us sunward, in the triumph song of life.
O Christmas Tree
O
Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
How faithful are thy branches!
O
Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
How faithful are thy branches!
O
Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
Green not alone in summertime,
But in
the winter's frost and rime;
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
How
faithful are they branches.
'Tis not alone in summer's sheen,
Its
boughs are broad, it's leaves are green;
It blooms for us when wild winds
blow,
And earth is white with feath'ry snow;
A voice tells all its boughs
amoung
Of sheperds watch, and angel's song
Of holy babe in manger
low,
The story of so long ago.
O Come All
Ye Faithful
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
Oh
come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
come and behold him, born the King of
angels;
O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
Sing, choirs of
angels, sing in exultation,
sing, all ye citizens of heaven above;
glory
to God in the highest:
O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
See
how the shepards summoned to his cradel,
leaving their flocks, draw nigh with
lowly fear;
we too will thither hend our joyful footsteps;
O come, let us
adore him, Christ the Lord.
Yea, Lord, we greet thee, born this happy
morning;
Jesus, to thee be glory given;
word of the Father, now in flesh
appearing:
O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
O Come, O Come
Immanuel
O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
Refrain:
Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O come, Thou Lord of Might,
Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height,
In ancient times didst give the law,
In cloud, and majesty, and awe.
(Refrain)
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny;
From depths of hell Thy people save
And give them victory o'er the grave.
(Refrain)
O come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death's dark shadows put to flight.
(Refrain)
O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
(Refrain)
O come, Thou Wisdom from on high,
And order all things, far and nigh;
To us the path of knowledge show,
And cause us in her ways to go.
(Refrain)
O come, Desire of nations, bind
In one the hearts of all mankind;
Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,
And be Thyself our King of peace.
(Refrain)
Oh Holy Night
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining;
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Refrain
Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,
Here came the wise men from Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger,
In all our trials born to be our friend!
Refrain
Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His Gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
And in His Name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy Name!
Refrain
O Little
Town Of Bethlehem
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee
lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in
thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all
the years
Are met in thee to-night.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And
gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of
wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth!
And
praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
How silently,
how silently,
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human
hearts
The 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 to-day.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings
tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Emmanuel!
Silent Night
Silent
night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and
child.
Holy 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,
Heavely hosts sing
alleluia;
Christ the Saviour, is born!
Christ the Saviour, is
born!
Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love's pure
light
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dwan of redeeming
grace,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
The First Noel
The
first Noel the angel did say
was to certain poor shepards in fields as they
lay:
in fields where they lay a-keeping their sheep
on a cold winter's
night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
born is the King of
Israel.
They looked up and saw a star,
shining 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 star
three wise men came from
the country far;
to seek for a King was their intent,
and to follow the
star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
born is the King of
Israel.
This star drew nigh to the north-west;
o'er Bethlehem it took
its rest,
and there it did both stop and stay,
right over the place where
Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
born is the King of Israel.
Then
entered in those wise men three,
fell reverently upon their knee,
and
offered there in his presence
their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Noel,
Noel, Noel, Noel,
born is the kind of Israel.
Then let us all with one
accord
sing praises to our heavenly Lord,
that hath made heaven and earth
of nought,
and with his blood mankind has bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel,
Noel,
born is the King of Israel.
What Child is This?
What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
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.
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Credits: Most of the words and midi files were extracted from The
Cyber Hymnal. All all in the public domain.