'Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes
And send your fears away
News from the regions of the skies
A Saviour's born today
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 or 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 sang, 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?
Oh, may we lose our useless tongues
When they forget to praise
Glory to God that reigns above
That pitied us forborn
We join to sing our maker's love
For there's a Saviour born