The shepherds saw a wondrous sight,
In Bethlehem’s fields at even,
When, lo! a star, in radiance bright,
Shed o’er the plains its glorious light,
And angel bands, harmonious quite,
His praises sang from heaven.
II
Say, came He forth by myriads led?—
Come, gaily sound his praises high;
A crown of gold upon his head?