All ye that are unto mirth inclined,
Consider well, and do bear in mind,
What our great God for us hath done
In sending his beloved Son.
Let all your songs and your praises be,
Unto the heavenly majesty,
And evermore amongst your mirth,
Remember Christ, our Saviour's birth.
The five and twentieth of December,
Great cause we hath to remember,
In Bethlehem upon that morn,
There was our blessed Messiah born.
O Bethlehem
shepherds they did keep,
Their herds and flocks
of feeding sheep,
To whom God's angel did soon appear,
Which put the shepherds
in great fear.
Prepare and go, the angels said,
To Bethlehem be not afraid,
There shall ye see this blessed morn,
The heavenly babe, sweet Jesus born.
With thankful hearts and with joyful minds,
The shepherds went for
this babe to find,
And as the heavenly angel told,
They did our Saviour Christ behold.
Wythin a manger
the babe was laid,
The Virgin Mary beside him stayed,
Attending on the Lord of life,
Being both mother, maid, and wife.
Choirs of angels they did rejoice,
Well may mankind,
both with heart and voice,
Sing praises to the God of man,
Who unto us his Son hath giv 'n.