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Shepherds rejoice, lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away; News from the regions of the skies, 'Salvation's born to-day: Jesus, the God whom angels fear, Comes down to dwell with you; Today he makes his entrance here, But not as monarchs do. No gold nor purple swaddling bands, Nor royal shining things; A manger for his cradle stands, And holds the King of kings. Go, shepherds, where the infant lies, And see his humble throne; With tears of joy in all your eyes, Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.' |
Thus Gabriel sung, and straight around
The heavenly armies throng, They tune their harps to lofty sound, And thus conclude the song: 'Glory to God that reigns above, Let peace surround the earth: Mortals shall know their Maker's love, At their Redeemer's birth.' Lord, and shall angels have their songs, And men no tunes to raise! O may we lose our useless tongues When they forget to praise. Glory to God that reigns above, That pitied us forlorn, We join to sing our Maker's love, For there's a Saviour born. |
Shepherds, rejoice, and send your fears away:
News from the sky; a Saviour's born today. Jesus the God comes down to dwell with you: Today he comes, but not as monarchs do. No gold, no purple, royal shining things; A manger stands, and holds the King of Kings. |
Thus Gabriel sung: the heav'nly angels throng.
They tune their harps, and thus conclude the song: Glory to God, who reigns enthron'd above: Goodwill to men, and peace and endless love. |
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