Que sa puissance
Paraît bien en ce jour
Malgré l’enfance
De ce Dieu plein d’amour
L’esclave racheté
Et tout l’enfer dompté
Font voir qu’à sa naissance
Rien n’est si redouté
Que sa puissance.

Heureux mystère
Jésus souffrant pour nous
D’un Dieu sévère
Apaise le courroux
Pour sauver le pécheur
Il naît dans la douleur
Et sa bonté de père
Éclipse sa grandeur
Heureux mystère.

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 cradle
‘Till morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus,
I ask Thee to stay
Close by me for ever
And love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children
In Thy tender care
And take us to heaven
To live with Thee there.

Refrain:
Candle light, angel light, fire light and star glow
Shine on his cradle till breaking of dawn.
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
Angels are singing; the Christ child is born.

Shepherds and wisemen will kneel and adore him,
Seraphim round him their vigil will keep;
Nations proclaim him their Lord and their Saviour,
But Mary will hold him and sing him to sleep.

Refrain:

Find him at Bethlehem laid in a manger
Christ our Redeemer asleep in the hay.
God head incarnate and hope of salvation;
A child with his mother that first Christmas Day.

Refrain:

Remember God’s goodness.
Remember God’s goodness, And promise made.
Remember God’s goodness.
Thou man, thou man, Be not afraid.

The angels all did sing, O thou man, O thou man.
The angels all did sing, On Sion Hill:
The angels all did sing, Praise to our heavnly King,
And peace to man living. And peace to man living.
The angels all did sing, With right good will.

To Bethlem did they go.
To Bethlem did they go, This thing to see.
To Bethlem did they go
Thou man, thou man, To set us free.

In Bethlem was he born.
In Bethlem was he born, For mankind dear.
In Begthlem was he born.
Thou man, thou man, Our sins to bear.

Give thanks to God always.
Give thanks to God always, With hearts most jolly.
Give thanks to God always.
Thou man, thou man, Holy holy.

The angels all did sing, O thou man, O thou man.
The angels all did sing, On Sion Hill:
The angels all did sing, Praise to our heavnly King,
And peace to man living. And peace to man living.
The angels all did sing, did sing, sing.
The angels all did sing, With right good will.

Gloria in excelsis Deo
Gloria in excelsis Deo

Bergers, pour qui cette fête
Quel est l’objet de tous ces chants?
Quel vainqueur, quelle conquête
Mérite ces cris triomphants?

Gloria in excelsis Deo
Gloria in excelsis Deo

Ils annoncent la naissance
Du Libérateur d’Israël.
Et pleins de reconnaissance,
Chantent en ce jour solennel

Gloria in excelsis Deo
Gloria in excelsis Deo

Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.

Oh star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.

Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, God most high.

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in a stone cold tomb.

O star of wonder, star of light,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.

When he was first her son, good man:
And blessed may he be,
Both Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To all eternity.

The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of two;
To see her own son, Jesus Christ,
To make the lame to go:

To make the lame to go, good man:
And blessed may he be,
Both Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To all eternity.

The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of three;
To see her own son, Jesus Christ,
To make the blind to see:

To make blind to see, good man:
And blessed may he be,
Both Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To all eternity.

The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of four;
To see her own son, Jesus Christ,
To read the bible o’er:

To read the bible o’er, good man:
And blessed may he be,
Both Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To all eternity.

The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of five;
To see her own son, Jesus Christ,
To bring the dead alive:

To bring the dead alive, good man:
And blessed may he be,
Both Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To all eternity.

The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of six;
To see her own son, Jesus Christ,
Upon the crucifix.

Upon the crucifix, good man:
And blessed may he be,
Both Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To all eternity.

The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of sev’n;
To see her own son, Jesus Christ,
To wear the crown of heav’n:

To wear the crown of heav’n:
And blessed may he be,
Both Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To all eternity.

Refrain:
To call my true love to my dance:
Sing O my love, O my love, my love, my love;
This have I done for my true love.

Then was I born of a virgin pure,
Of her I took fleshly substance;
Thus was I knit to man’s nature,

Refrain

In a manger layed and wrapped I was,
So very poor this was my chance,
Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass,

Refrain

Then afterwards baptized I was;
The Holy Ghost on me did glance,
My Father’s voice heard from above,

To call my true love to my dance:
Sing O my love, O my love, my love, my love;
This have I done for my true love, for my true love.

O morning stars together proclaim the holy birth,
and praises sing to God the King, and peace upon the earth;
For Christ is born of Mary; and, gathered all above,
while mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wond’ring love.

O holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us we pray;
cast out our sin, and enter in, be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell:
O come to us, abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel

Sped Gabriel on winged feet, And pass’d through bolted portals
In Nazareth a maid to greet Blest o’er all other mortals.

‘Hail Mary!’ quoth that angel mild ‘Of womankind the fairest:
The Virgin ay shalt though be styled, A babe altho’ thou bearest.’

‘So be it!’ God’s hand maiden cried, ‘According to thy telling.’
Whereon the angel sweetly hied Up homeward to his dwelling.

This tiding fill’d his mates with glee: t’was pass’d from one to other,
That t’was Mary, and none but she, And God would call her Mother.