Now Dies in David’s City

Now dies in Da­vid’s ci­ty

The world’s dis­cord­ant din

And slum­ber lulls the tu­mult

In Beth­l’em’s crowd­ed inn.

What means that mu­sic ring­ing

From Heav’n at ear­ly morn?

Heard ye an an­gel sing­ing

The Christ

the Lord

is born?

Heard ye an an­gel sing­ing

The Christ

the Lord

is born?

The world was dull of hear­ing

To mu­sic from on high:

But shep­herds heard the an­gels

Beneath the bend­ing sky.

For Jo­seph and for Ma­ry

There was no room at all:

The bu­sy world could find them

No shel­ter but a stall.

But for God’s ho­ly pil­grim

There needs no lord­ly bed:

For lo! an end­less glo­ry

Beams from that low­ly shed.