God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen by Perry Como

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,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Oh 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,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy . . .

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Oh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy . . .

The shepherds at these tidings,
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a feeding,
In tempest storm and wind,
And went to bethlehem straight way,
The blessed babe to find,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy . . .