The Hymns and Carols of Christmas

All You That Fear The Lord That Rules The Sky

For Christmas & The New Year

Words and Music: English Traditional

A Looking-Glass For A Christian Family, Pepys 2.34
 The Pepys Collection
Located at English Broadside Ballad Archive
University of California, Santa Barbara


A Looking-Glass for a Christian Family.

OR, A Warning for all people to fear God.

Good People, in this Glass you may behold the Joys and Comfort the Righteous are in,
the wicked being accursed for evermore: Likewise the great cause the Lord sends
such sore Judgments among us for our Sins and Wickedness, and worser he will send
if we repent not in time. The Tune is, Aim not too high.

Printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger, CA. 1684-1686.

ALL you that fear the Lord that rules the sky,
And fear his holy Name that sits on high:
Do but observe these lines that I have pen'd,
I hope 'twill be a means your Lives to mend.

You see that Charity is fled and gone,
And love and Unity is left alone;
Whereas plain-dealing us'd to bear the sway,
Deceit and Cozening hath got the day.

Oh is it not a Grievous sight to see,
The Son against the Father for to be:
The Daughter curse and ban her Mother dear,
To bring her up she always took great care.

This is the cause this Land is punisht sore,
And still I doubt it will be more and more:
The Lord his judgements he doth on nu send,
Because we don't our wicked lives amend.

Do you not see in Town and City too,
How Men and Womens hearts are full of Woe,
Sore sick dear friends, O this is all their cry,
Praying to God to ease their misery.

The burning fever and pain i'th head is chief
And griping in the belly is all their grief
No easment can be had for it, no cure,
But still poor souls the same they must endure.

Therefore good people all both night and day,
Unto the Lord on our knees let us pray,
That he would be pleas'd to ease their pain,
And grant them to their former health again.

O England, England, whether wilt thou hie?
Thy sins to God for vengeance they do cry,
Thy pride and Whoredom thou seek'st to maintain
And the true Word of God dost still refrain.

Oh silly Soul, where will thy pride become,
When as grim death appears to strike thee home
Then thy rich Jewels and thy brave attire,
Will be but fuel for Eternal Fire.

Then thou wilt curse the Pride that did the wrong,
And wish thou'st dyed when thou hadst been young,
But call'd to late, and vain be sure twill be:
To call for help to ease thy misery.

WHen thou dost on thy bed of languish lye,
Against thee then thy Conscience it will cry
And witness all the sins thou hast comit,
Make thee appear for heaven much unfit.

Then from thy Gold and Silver thou must part:
Though thou dost leave it with a heavy heart:
But when Death comes thou must not put him by
Nothing so sure that one day thou must dye.

Children see, you your parents do obey,
So Heaven will protect you night and day,
Servants be just to those your Masters be,
Then God will surely bless you you shall see.

It grieves my heart and Soul to see,
How young Children to cursing given be:
Those that can scarcely yet speak one word plain,
Yet they can take the Name of God in vain.

But all you that are Mothers meek and mild,
Do not you spare the Rod to spoile the child:
Apply the Twigs before they stubborn stand;
Lest at last you cant bend them wrth your hand.

Uphold not Children Neighbours for to wrong,
But look unto their ways in hand and Tongue,
Let him be first a Lyar, he[']l turn Thief
Then thoul't repent, when there is no relief.

Then silly Soul why wilt thou not amend,
Knowing that all things once well have an end:
All Worldly pleasure are but vanity;
None knows but that to morrow we must dye.

The Glutton shall with hunger pine away,
Drunkards the more they thirst the more they may
Swearers and those that do delight therein;
Besure in Heaven shall never favour win.

The Usurer and those that grind the poor,
Are like to have a judgement very sore:
He that doth seek the Widdows overthrow
Will one day repent that ever he did so.

But he that relieves the widdow & fatherless
At the years end will never have the less:
What thou dost give unto the blind or lame,
The Lord he will restore to thee again.

Suppose that thou had'st thousands lying by,
And thou was sick and full of misery,
Wouldest thou not give it all some ease to have,
But mind O man 'tis not Gold thy life can save

And some so proud and lofty they are grown,
That a poor man in heart they scorn to own,
Because their Riches that will fade away,
And both their Beds must be a clod of clay.

These things my Friends see that you do observe
And from the Word of God besure don't swerve
For fear you should repent when 'tis too late
When you shall ask God mercy at his gate.

Thus Christian friends you hear in every thing:
The difference between a wicked and good thing,
He that fears the Lord a blessed man is he,
But for the Wicked Damned shall he be.


Some types of New Year's ballads were intended to spark the conscience, and were paired with Christmas ballads during these times, with the ultimate goal to be a reminder of the Second Advent (the Second Coming of Christ, and the subsequent Judgment). Examples of such ballads include:

Other New Year's Broadsides include:

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