Come, Listen to My Story

Come

list­en to my sto­ry

Christus na­tus ho­die:

Born is the King of glo­ry

Rex de Vir­gi­ne.

Nowell

Now­ell

good news I tell

God comes on earth a strang­er:

Eya! Em­ma­nu­el

Lies cra­dled in a man­ger.

Came an­gels down

a num­ber

On the mid­night of His birth:

Ye shep­herds

wake from slum­ber:

Peace

good­will on earth

And bliss on high

the an­gels cry

To you is born and giv­en

Eya! of maid Ma­rie

Th’al­migh­ty Lord of Heav­en.

Then rode three kings to­ge­ther

Over des­ert

hill

and dale:

Naught car­ing for the wea­ther

Sleet

and snow

and hail.

They came from far

led by a star

With beams that nev­er va­ry:

Eya! full fain they are

To see the Babe of Ma­ry.

Away then ban­ish sor­row;

Nato Re­gi psal­li­te;

Sith Christ is born this mor­row

Benedicte.

With an­gels eke and shep­herds meek

And with yon east­ern sag­es

Eya! let us go seek

The new­born King of ag­es.