I. Shepherds, rejoyce, lift up your Eyes,
And send your Fears away!
News from the Region of the Skies:
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
II. Jesus, the God, whom Angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you;
To Day he makes his Entrance here,
But not as Monarchs do.
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
III. No Gold nor Purple swadling Bands,
Nor royal shining Things;
A Manger for his Cradle stands,
And holds the King of Kings.
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
IV. Go Shepherds! where the Infant lies,
And see his humble Throne,
With Tears of Joy in all your Eyes,
Go Shepherds! kiss the Son.
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
V. Thus Gabriel sang, and strait around
The heav'nly Armies throng;
They tune their Harps to lofty Sound,
And thus conclude the Song:
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
VI. Glory to God, that reigns above!
Let Peace surround the Earth:
Mortals shall know their Maker's Love,
At their Redeemer's Birth.
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
VII. 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.
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
VIII. Glory to God that reigns above!
That pity'd us forlorn:
We join to sing our Maker's Love,
For there's a Saviour born.