of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. In bethlehem, in jewry, this blessed babe Was born And laid within a manger upon
tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy In Bethlehem, in [Incomprehensible] this Blessed Babe was born And laid within a manger
Glad tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy Glad tidings of comfort and joy In Bethlehem, in Israel This blessed Babe was born And laid within a manger
So here is the stable and there is the manger The new Saviour sleeps on His first earthly night The wise men brought riches but we brought a candle It
; And this shall be the sign: The heavenly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swaddling-clothes And in a manger
shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, Haste to bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary The Babe, the Son of Mary Ooh, born in a manger, laid in some
, Noel Born is the King of Israel Then did they know assuredly Within that house the King did lie One entered it them for to see And found the Babe in
tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy In Bethlehem, in Jewry this blessed Babe was born And laid within a manger,
It's a year-long reunion only I am a stranger Surrounded by gifts like a babe in the manger A feast for thousands many years in the making And I have
your torch to the cradle, run Through the door we softly pile in To His manger bed we creep Torches glow, the babe discloses Fairest snow with cheeks
tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy In Bethlehem, in Israel This blessed Babe was born And laid within a manger
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy Oh, tidings of comfort and joy In Bethlehem, in Israel, this Blessed Babe was born And laid within a manger
bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary Sometimes I just think about it, um I just sit and think about the Baby Boy born in a manger Sometimes I just
hearts enthrone Him Raise, raise the song on high The virgin sings her lullaby Joy, joy for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary The Babe, the Son
Bethlehem, be not afraid: For there you'll find, this happy morn, A princely babe, sweet Jesus born. With thankful heart and joyful mind, The shepherds went the babe
and wind And went to Bethlehem straightaway This blessed babe to find But when to Bethlehem they came Whereat this infant lay They found him in a manger
'll find, this happy morn, A princely babe, sweet Jesus born. With thankful heart and joyful mind, The shepherds went the babe to find, And as God's angel
