1 "Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your Eyes,
"and send your Fears away;
"News from the Region of the Skies,
"Salvation's born to Day.
2 "Jesus, the God whom Angels fear,
"comes down to dwell with you;
"To-day He makes his Entrance here,
"but not as Monarchs do.
3 "No Gold, nor Purple swadling Bands.
"nor royal shining Things;
"A Manger for his Cradle stands,
"and holds the King of Kings.
4 "Go, Shepherds, where the Infant lies,
"and see his humble Throne;
"With Tears of Joy in all your Eyes,
"go, Shepherds, kiss the Son."
5 Thus Gabriel sang, and strait around
the heavenly Armies throng;
They tune their Harps to lofty Sound,
And thus conclude the Song:
6 "Glory to God that reigns above,
"let Peace surround the Earth;
"Mortals shall know their Maker's Love,
"at their Redeemer's Birth."
7 Lord! and shall Angels have their Songs,
and Men no Tunes to raise?
O may we lose our useless Tongues
when they forget to praise!
8 Glory to God that reigns above,
that pitied us forlorn;
We join to sing our Maker's Love,
for there's a Saviour born.
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