Whilst Bethlehem’s Shepherds Kept Their Flocks

Whilst Beth­le­hem’s shep­herds kept their flocks

All thro’ the star­lit night

An an­gel from the heav’ns drew near

And sud­den was their fright;

Fear not

he cried

be not afraid;

Good news I come to bring:

To you and all man­kind is born

A Sav­ior

and a king.

A throng of an­gels then be­gan

Their voic­es sweet to raise

Whilst on the ground the shep­herds lay

To hear their songs of praise;

All glo­ry be to God on high

Th’en­rap­tured ser­aphs sing

Peace on the earth

good will to men

All hail

the new­born King!

To Beth­le­hem quick the shep­herds ran

To seek the won­drous Child

And found Him in a low­ly shed

With Mary

mo­ther mild;

Their voic­es then they turned on high

To glo­ri­fy their God

And told how they had seen that day

Their Sav­ior

Christ the Lord.