The Shepherds

Long

long ago

some shep­herds

Out on Ju­de­an plains

Heard

from with­in the heav­ens

Sweetest of an­gel strains.

O shep­herds

hast­en on­ward

Beneath the star­ry dome;

For lo! the pro­mised Sav­ior—

The Prince of Peace is come!

O shep­herds

hast­en on­ward

And join the glo­ri­ous song

Of Glo­ry to God

glo­ry to God

Glory be to God.

Look up

O won­der­ing shep­herds

Bowed low in deep am­aze;

Hear what the hosts are sing­ing

From out the star­ry ways.

Lo! ’Tis a shin­ing an­gel

Bids you this won­der­ing cease

List to the her­ald tid­ings

’Tis of the Prince of Peace.

See! ’Tis a flam­ing splen­dor

Follow its guid­ing light;

Joyful

O shep­herds

hast­en

On thro’ il­lum­ined night.

On to the ho­ly ci­ty

Where in a rap­ture sweet

Kneel

and with an­gels wor­ship

There at the Sav­ior’s feet.