When shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around. "Fear not," said he, for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind, "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind." "All glory be to God on high And on the earth be peace, Goodwill henceforth from heaven to men Begin and never cease." Away in a manger, No crib for His bed, The little Lord Jesus Laid down His sweet head; The stars in the bright sky Looked down where He lay, The little Lord Jesus Asleep on the hay. The cattle are lowing, The Baby awakes, But little Lord Jesus, No crying He makes. I love Thee, Lord Jesus; Look down from the sky And stay by my bedside Till morning is nigh. Good King Wenceslas Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, Deep and crisp and even. Brightly shown the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gathering winter fuel.