Shiloh / William Billings

SOURCE - CPDL
FOR - SATB

Me thinks I see an Heav'nly Host

of angels on the Wing;

me thinks I hear their cheerful notes,

so merrily they sing.

Let all your fears be banished hence,

glad tidings I proclaim;

for there is a Saviour born today

and Jesus is his name.

Lay down your crooks and quit your flocks,

to Bethlehem repair;

and let your wandering steps be squared

By yonder shining star.

Seek not in Courts or Palaces;

Nor Royal curtains draw;

But search the Stable,

see your God extended on the straw,

Then learn from hence, ye rural swains,

the meekness of your God,

who left the boundless realms of joy,

to ransom you with blood.

The master of the inn refused

A more commodious place;

Ungen'rous soul of savage mould

And destitute of grace.

Exult ye oxen, low for joy,

ye tenants of the stall;

Pay your obeisance;

on your knees unanimously fall.

The Royal Guest you entertain

is not of common birth,

But second in the Great I Am,

The God of Heav'n and earth.

Then suddenly a Heav'nly Host

around the shepherds throng,

exulting in the Three-fold God,

and thus addressed their song.

To God the Father, Christ the Son,

And Holy Ghost accord

The first and last,

Eternal praise afford.