Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes,

And send your fears away;

News from the regions of the skies,

A Saviour’s born to-day!

Jesus, the God whom angels fear,

Comes down to dwell with you;

To-day he makes his entrance here,

But not as monarchs do.

Go, Shepherds, where the Infant lies,

And see his humble throne;

With tears of joy in all your eyes,

Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.

Glory to God, who 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 tune to raise?

O may we lose these useless tongues

When we forget to praise!

Glory to God who reigns above,

That pitied us forlorn!

We join to sing our Maker’s love,

For there’s a Saviour born.