The Customs of Christmas

Singing Christmas Carols — G

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Gesu Bambino (The Infant Jesus) Go Tell It on the Mountain God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen
Good Christian Men, Rejoice Good King Wenceslas Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer

Gesu Bambino (The Infant Jesus)

English lyrics by Frederick H. Martens and music by Pietro A. Yon
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When blossoms flowered 'mid the snows,
Upon a winter night was born the Child,
The Christmas Rose, the King of Love and Light.
The angels sang, the shepherds sang, the grateful earth rejoiced.
And at His blessed birth, the stars their exultation voiced.

Oh, come let us adore Him,
Oh, come let us adore Him,
Oh, come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Again the heart with rapture glows
To greet the holy night that gave the world
It's Christmas Rose, it's King of Love and Light.
Let ev'ry voice acclaim His name, the grateful chorus swell.
From paradise to earth He came that we with Him might dwell.

Oh, come let us adore Him,
Adore Him, Christ the Lord.
Oh, come, oh, come, oh, come let us adore Him.
Let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

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Go Tell It on the Mountain

Traditional spiritual

When I was a seeker,
I sought both night and day.
I asked the Lord to help me
And He showed me the way.

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Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and ev'rywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

He made me a watchman
Upon the city wall,
And if I am a Christian,
I am the least of all.

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While shepherds kept their watching
O'er wand'ring flock by night,
Behold, from out the Heavens
There shown a holy light.

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And lo, when they had seen it,
They all bowed down and prayed.
Then they travelled on together,
To where the Babe was laid.

CHORUS

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God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen

Traditional English carol
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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

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

From God, our Heav'nly Father
A blessed angel came,
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings to the same.
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name.

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In Bethlehem, in Jewry,
This Blessed Babe was born.
And laid within a manger
Upon this holy morn,
To which His mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn.

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"Fear not then," said the angel,
"Let nothing you affright.
This day is born a Savior,
Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan's power and might."

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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.

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And when they came to Bethlehem
Where our dear Savior lay,
They found Him in a manger
Where oxen feed on hay.
His mother Mary kneeling down,
Unto the Lord did pray.

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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.

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Good Christian Men, Rejoice

Words by John Mason Neale music from an old German song

Good Christian men, rejoice
With heart and soul and voice.
Give ye heed to what we say.
News! News! 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.
Joy! Joy! Jesus Christ was born for this.
He hath ope'd 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.
Peace! Peace! 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.

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Good King Wenceslas

Traditional English carol
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Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen.
When the snow lay 'round about, deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel.
When a poor man came in sight gath'ring winter fuel.

Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it telling.
Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?
"Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence by St. Agnes fountain.
"Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither.
Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither."
Page and monarch forth they went, forth they went together,
Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather.

"Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger.
Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread thou in them boldly.
Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted.
Heat was in the very sod which the Saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing;
Ye who will now bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing.

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Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer

Words and music by Randy Brooks
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Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

She'd been drinking too much eggnog,
And we begged her not to go.
But she forgot her medication,
And she staggered out the door into the snow.
When we found her Christmas morning
At the scene of the attack,
She had hoofprints on her forehead
And incriminating Claus marks on her back.

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Now we're all so proud of Grandpa,
He's been taking it so well.
See him in there watching football,
Drinking beer and playing cards with Cousin Mel.
It's not Christmas without Grandma.
All the fam'ly's dressed in black,
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?

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Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of fig,
And the blue and silver candles
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.
I've warned all my friends and neighbors,
Better watch out for yourselves
They should never give a license
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.

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