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 world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees; oh, hear the angel voices
O night divine, O night when Christ was born
O night divine
O night
O night divine
Night divine
Ella Fitzgerald - Ella Fitzgerald's Christmas Album Lyrics
Ella Fitzgerald - Ella Fitzgerald's Christmas Lyrics
Writer: Adolphe Adam
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
It Came Upon a 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, goodwill to men
From heavens 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.
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
comes round the age of gold
when peace shall over all the earth
it's ancient slpendors fling
and our whole world give back the song
which now the angels sing
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heavens 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.
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
comes round the age of gold
when peace shall over all the earth
it's ancient slpendors fling
and our whole world give back the song
which now the angels sing
Writer: GRACE PRICE, ROBERT LEE BLACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"
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 Heav'n 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 man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
Hail the Heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n 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 birth
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
"Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"
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 Heav'n 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 man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
Hail the Heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n 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 birth
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
Writer: Geoff Haynes, Felix Mendelssohn
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Royalty Network
Away in a Manger
Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep 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 sky
And stay by my side,
'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 take us to heaven
To live with Thee there
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep 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 sky
And stay by my side,
'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 take us to heaven
To live with Thee there
Writer: Daniel Martin, W.J. Kirkpatrick
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group
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 and heaven and nature sing
And Heaven and heaven and nature sing
Joy to the world the Savior reigns
Let men their songs employ
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy, repeat the sounding joy
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy
He rules the world with truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness
And wonders of His love and wonders of His love
And wonders and wonders of His love
Joy to the world, the Lord is come
Let earth receive her King
Let every heart prepare Him room
And heaven and nature sing and heaven and nature sing
And Heaven and heaven and nature sing
Let earth receive her King
Let every heart prepare Him room
And heaven and nature sing and heaven and nature sing
And Heaven and heaven and nature sing
Joy to the world the Savior reigns
Let men their songs employ
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy, repeat the sounding joy
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy
He rules the world with truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness
And wonders of His love and wonders of His love
And wonders and wonders of His love
Joy to the world, the Lord is come
Let earth receive her King
Let every heart prepare Him room
And heaven and nature sing and heaven and nature sing
And Heaven and heaven and nature sing
Writer: TRADITIONAL, BRIAN SCOTT BENNETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The First Noel
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Noel, Noel
The first Noel
The angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds
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
This by the light
Of that same star
Three wise men came
From 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
Born Noel
Noel, Noel
The first Noel
The angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds
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
This by the light
Of that same star
Three wise men came
From 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
Born Noel
Writer: Dominio Publico
Copyright: Lyrics © Tratore, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Tratore, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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
Glorious strains from Heaven afar
Heavenly Hosts sing alleluia
Christ the Savior is born
Christ the Savior is born
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
Glorious strains from Heaven afar
Heavenly Hosts sing alleluia
Christ the Savior is born
Christ the Savior is born
Writer: JOSEPH M. MARTIN
Copyright: Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
O Come All Ye Faithful
O come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold Him
Born 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
O sing, all ye citizens of 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 be all glory giv'n
Word 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
Joyful and triumphant
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold Him
Born 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
O sing, all ye citizens of 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 be all glory giv'n
Word 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
Writer: Traditional
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Sleep My Little Jesus
Sleep, my little Jesus
On Thy bed of hay
While the shepherds homeward
Journey on their way
Mother is Thy shepherd
And will her vigil keep
Did the voices wake Thee?
Oh sleep, my Jesus, sleep!
Softly sleep, sweetly sleep
My Jesus, sleep!
Sleep, my little Jesus
While Thou art my own!
Ox and ass Thy neighbors
Shalt Thou have a throne?
Will they call me blessed?
Shall I stand and weep?
Be it far, Jehovah!
Oh sleep, my Jesus, sleep!
Softly sleep, sweetly sleep
My Jesus, sleep!
Sleep, my little Jesus
Wonder-baby mine!
Well the singing angels
Greet Thee as divine
Through my heart, as heaven
Low the echoes sweep
Of glory to Jehovah!
Oh sleep, my Jesus, sleep!
Softly sleep, sweetly sleep
My Jesus, sleep!
On Thy bed of hay
While the shepherds homeward
Journey on their way
Mother is Thy shepherd
And will her vigil keep
Did the voices wake Thee?
Oh sleep, my Jesus, sleep!
Softly sleep, sweetly sleep
My Jesus, sleep!
Sleep, my little Jesus
While Thou art my own!
Ox and ass Thy neighbors
Shalt Thou have a throne?
Will they call me blessed?
Shall I stand and weep?
Be it far, Jehovah!
Oh sleep, my Jesus, sleep!
Softly sleep, sweetly sleep
My Jesus, sleep!
Sleep, my little Jesus
Wonder-baby mine!
Well the singing angels
Greet Thee as divine
Through my heart, as heaven
Low the echoes sweep
Of glory to Jehovah!
Oh sleep, my Jesus, sleep!
Softly sleep, sweetly sleep
My Jesus, sleep!
Writer: GRACE PRICE, ROBERT LEE BLACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Angels We Have Heard On High
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plain
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
Glo-glo-glo-gloria, in excelsis deo
Ooh, no, yeah yeah
Shepards, why this jubilee
Why your joyous song prolong
What the gladsome tidings be, ohh
That inspire your heavenly song
Glo-glo-glo-gloria, in excelsis deo
Oh oh oh, ooh oh, oh yeah
Ohh, come to bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing, oh
Come on adore on bended knee
Christ, the lord, our new-born king
Glo-glo-glo-gloria, in excelsis deo, oh yeah
On the day, that christ was born
The angels sang such a heavenly song
In excelsis deo, ohh
Angels we have heard on high
Angels we have heard on high
Angels we have heard on high
Angels we have heard on high
In excelsis deo
In excelsis deo
In excelsis deo
Sweetly singing o'er the plain
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
Glo-glo-glo-gloria, in excelsis deo
Ooh, no, yeah yeah
Shepards, why this jubilee
Why your joyous song prolong
What the gladsome tidings be, ohh
That inspire your heavenly song
Glo-glo-glo-gloria, in excelsis deo
Oh oh oh, ooh oh, oh yeah
Ohh, come to bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing, oh
Come on adore on bended knee
Christ, the lord, our new-born king
Glo-glo-glo-gloria, in excelsis deo, oh yeah
On the day, that christ was born
The angels sang such a heavenly song
In excelsis deo, ohh
Angels we have heard on high
Angels we have heard on high
Angels we have heard on high
Angels we have heard on high
In excelsis deo
In excelsis deo
In excelsis deo
Writer: TRADITIONAL, MACK DONALD III BROCK
Copyright: Lyrics © ESSENTIAL MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © ESSENTIAL MUSIC PUBLISHING
O Little Town of Bethlehem
Oh, 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 tonight
For Christ is born of Mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love
Oh, morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing to God, the King
And peace to men on earth
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 tonight
For Christ is born of Mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love
Oh, morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing to God, the King
And peace to men on earth
Writer: Lewis H Redner, Phillip Brooks
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
We Three Kings
[Chorus:]
We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
[Chorus]
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh,
Prayer and praising, voices raising,
Worshipping God on high.
[Chorus]
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom,
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
[Chorus]
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and sacrifice,
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Sounds through the earth and skies.
[Chorus]
We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
[Chorus]
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh,
Prayer and praising, voices raising,
Worshipping God on high.
[Chorus]
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom,
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
[Chorus]
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and sacrifice,
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Sounds through the earth and skies.
[Chorus]
Writer: DAVID T. CLYDESDALE, JOHN C. HOPKINS, JOHN C. JR. HOPKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our savior
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
The blessed angel came
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same
How bad 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
Now to the Lord sing praises
All you with in this place
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace
This holy tide of Christmas
All ever that you can face
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our savior
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
The blessed angel came
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same
How bad 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
Now to the Lord sing praises
All you with in this place
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace
This holy tide of Christmas
All ever that you can face
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Writer: TRADITIONAL, BRIAN SCOTT BENNETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
