The Song of the Shepherds
And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen.—Luke.
It was near the first cock-crowing,
And Orion’s wheel was going,
When an angel stood before us and our hearts were sore afraid.
Lo, his face was like the lightning,
When the walls of heaven are whitening,
And he brought us wondrous tidings of a joy that shall not fade.
Then a Splendor shone around us,
In the still field where he found us,