God Bless the Master
God bless the master of this house
Where now we all do bide
Where e’er his body sleeps or wakes
Lord Jesus be his guide.

God bless the mistress of this house
With a gold chain round her breast;
Amongst her friends and kindered
God send her soul to rest.

From morn till morn remember thou
When first our Christ was born,
And crucified between two thieves
And crowned with a thorn.

From morn till morn remember thou
When Christ lay on the rood,
’Twas for our sins and wickedness
Christ shed his precious blood.

From morn till morn remember thou
When Christ was wrapped in clay;
And put into some sepulchre
Where never no man lay.

Now I have said my carol
Which I intend to do;
God bless us all both great and small
And spread the tidings true.

Traditional, arr. D Newell