1 'Neath the stars that shone so bright,
Shepherds watch'd their flocks by night;
Suddenly, in glorious guise,
Came an angel from the skies,
Stood beside them, did not chide them,
Told the tidings glad and free,
"Christ Incarnate deigns to be."
2 Born this day of David's line,
Now behold the Babe Divine;
Rude the raiment that enfolds Him,
Rough the manger-bed that holds Him;
Lord all holy, laid so lowly,
Who from highest realm of heaven
Stoops that man may be forgiven.
3 May we all with heart and voice,
Still in Bethlehem rejoice,
Thither by the bright star led
To the House of Living Bread;
Chant the story of His glory,
Till His Majesty we see
At His last Epiphany.
Amen.
Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #291