(1786 edition)
- Verse 1
- Methinks I see an Heav’nly host
- Of angels on the wing;
- Methinks I hear their cheerful notes,
- So merrily they sing:
- Let all your fears be banish’d hence,
- Glad tidings I proclaim,
- For there’s a Saviour born today,
- And Jesus is his name.
- Verse 2
- Lay down your crooks, and quit your flocks,
- To Bethlehem repair;
- And let your wand’ring steps be squared
- By yonder shining star.
- Seek not in courts or palaces,
- Nor royal curtains draw;
- But search the stable, see your God
- Extended on the straw.
- Verse 3
- Then learn from hence, ye rural swains,
- The meekness of your God,
- Who left the boundless realms of joy,
- To ransom you with blood.
- The master of the inn refus’d
- A more commodious place;
- Ungenerous soul of savage mold,
- And destitute of grace.
- Verse 4
- Exult ye oxen, low for joy,
- Ye tenants of the stall,
- Pay your obeisance; on your knees
- Unanimously fall.
- The royal guest you entertain
- Is not of common birth,
- But second in the Great I am;
- The God of Heav’n and Earth.
- Verse 5
- Then suddenly an Heav’nly host
- Around the shepherds throng,
- Exulting in the threefold God
- And thus address their song:
- To God the Father, Christ the Son,
- And Holy Ghost ador’d;
- The First and Last, the Last and First,
- Eternal praise afford.
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