NOEL
Tormented Galilean who art LordOf those that crucify thee every dayAnd every hour and minute of the dayAnd every hour and minute of the night:With pious glee they celebrate the nightThat witnessed thine appearance upon earth,That night when angels chanted “peace on earth.”They chanted “Peace on earth, good will to men,”And thou wert crowned with thorns by hands of menAnd thou wert spat upon by mouths of menAnd thou hast been betrayed by kiss of men;Condemned by men and crucified by men,Aye, crucified and deified by men.And every year for many centuries,On Christmas eve for many centuries,In churches and cathedrals Christians singTheir gladness of the coming of the Lord.The organ’s thunder glorifies the Lord,The priests and ministers exalt the Lord,The infant Lord the virgin Mary bore;On Christmas eve it was in Bethlehem:And whilst they fete the babe of Bethlehem,Ten thousand babes on earth die painful deathsAnd millions live to live lives worse than deathAnd still the massacre of innocentsGoes on relentlessly. Poor innocents!
Tormented Galilean who art LordOf those that crucify thee every dayAnd every hour and minute of the dayAnd every hour and minute of the night:With pious glee they celebrate the nightThat witnessed thine appearance upon earth,That night when angels chanted “peace on earth.”They chanted “Peace on earth, good will to men,”And thou wert crowned with thorns by hands of menAnd thou wert spat upon by mouths of menAnd thou hast been betrayed by kiss of men;Condemned by men and crucified by men,Aye, crucified and deified by men.And every year for many centuries,On Christmas eve for many centuries,In churches and cathedrals Christians singTheir gladness of the coming of the Lord.The organ’s thunder glorifies the Lord,The priests and ministers exalt the Lord,The infant Lord the virgin Mary bore;On Christmas eve it was in Bethlehem:And whilst they fete the babe of Bethlehem,Ten thousand babes on earth die painful deathsAnd millions live to live lives worse than deathAnd still the massacre of innocentsGoes on relentlessly. Poor innocents!
Tormented Galilean who art LordOf those that crucify thee every dayAnd every hour and minute of the dayAnd every hour and minute of the night:With pious glee they celebrate the nightThat witnessed thine appearance upon earth,That night when angels chanted “peace on earth.”
Tormented Galilean who art Lord
Of those that crucify thee every day
And every hour and minute of the day
And every hour and minute of the night:
With pious glee they celebrate the night
That witnessed thine appearance upon earth,
That night when angels chanted “peace on earth.”
They chanted “Peace on earth, good will to men,”And thou wert crowned with thorns by hands of menAnd thou wert spat upon by mouths of menAnd thou hast been betrayed by kiss of men;Condemned by men and crucified by men,Aye, crucified and deified by men.
They chanted “Peace on earth, good will to men,”
And thou wert crowned with thorns by hands of men
And thou wert spat upon by mouths of men
And thou hast been betrayed by kiss of men;
Condemned by men and crucified by men,
Aye, crucified and deified by men.
And every year for many centuries,On Christmas eve for many centuries,In churches and cathedrals Christians singTheir gladness of the coming of the Lord.The organ’s thunder glorifies the Lord,The priests and ministers exalt the Lord,The infant Lord the virgin Mary bore;On Christmas eve it was in Bethlehem:And whilst they fete the babe of Bethlehem,Ten thousand babes on earth die painful deathsAnd millions live to live lives worse than deathAnd still the massacre of innocentsGoes on relentlessly. Poor innocents!
And every year for many centuries,
On Christmas eve for many centuries,
In churches and cathedrals Christians sing
Their gladness of the coming of the Lord.
The organ’s thunder glorifies the Lord,
The priests and ministers exalt the Lord,
The infant Lord the virgin Mary bore;
On Christmas eve it was in Bethlehem:
And whilst they fete the babe of Bethlehem,
Ten thousand babes on earth die painful deaths
And millions live to live lives worse than death
And still the massacre of innocents
Goes on relentlessly. Poor innocents!