Once in royal David's city,
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
There a mother laid her baby,
In a manger for
His bed, Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little child.


He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall,
With the poor, oppressed and wholly,
Lived on earth our
Savior holy.


And our eyes,
At last shall see
Him, Through
His own redeeming love,
For that child, so dear and gentle,
Is our
Lord in heaven above,
And He leads

His children along,
To the place where
He is gone,
And He leads
His children along,
To the place where
He is gone.

We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year,
Good tidings we bring to you and your kin,We wish you a merry
Christmas and a happy new year.


We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry
Christmas and a happy new year,

Good tidings we bring to you and your kin,
We wish you a merry
Christmas and a happy new year.

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


While shepherds kept their watching,
O'er silent flocks by night,
Behold throughout the heavens,
There shone a Holy light.


Go, tell it on the mountain,

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

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


The shepherds feared and trembled,
When, lo!
Above the Earth,
Rang out the angel chorus, That hailed our Savior's birth.


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

Up on the house top reindeer pause,
Out jumps good old Santa Claus,
Down through the chimney with lots of toys,
All part of a little ones with Christmas joys.

Oh ho ho, who wouldn't go?
Ho-ho-ho who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop, click-click-click,
Down to the chimney with the good St. Nick.

First comes the stocking of little Nell,
Oh, dear Santa will fill it well,
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries,
One that can open and shut its eyes.

Oh ho ho, who wouldn't go?
Ho-ho-ho who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop, click-click-click,
Down to the chimney with the good St. Nick.