Jillian Aversa | Through Sand and Snow - "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" by Jillian Aversa (Official) @JillianAversa | Uploaded January 2015 | Updated October 2024, 1 hour ago.
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Through Sand and Snow is the second solo album from Jillian Aversa - vocalist, songwriter, and soloist with the international touring show "Video Games Live," featuring new arrangements of classic Christmas and holiday music.

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Song: "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" (Track 4)
Album: Through Sand and Snow (2008)
Arrangement by Jillian Aversa & zircon
Produced by Jillian Aversa & zircon
Performed by Jillian Aversa (vocals)

~~LYRICS~~

God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ our Saviour
Was born upon this day,
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray:

O tidings of comfort and joy,
comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.

From God our heavenly Father
A blessed angel came,
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same,
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name:

O tidings of comfort and joy,
comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.

The shepherds at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind,
And went to Bethlehem straightway,
This blessed Babe to find:

O tidings of comfort and joy,
comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.

But when to Bethlehem they came,
Whereat this Infant lay,
They found Him in a manger,
Where oxen feed on hay;
His mother Mary kneeling,
Unto the Lord did pray:

O tidings of comfort and joy,
comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.

Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All other doth deface:

O tidings of comfort and joy,
comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
O tidings of comfort and joy.
O tidings of comfort and joy.
O tidings of comfort and joy....