Purer than the drops of dew, and brighter than the morn!
Onward then the angels sped, the shepherds onward went,—
God was in His manger bed; in worship low they bent.
In the morning see ye mind, my masters one and all,
At the altar Him to find, who lay within the stall.
Chorus.
Sing high, sing low,
Sing to and fro,
Go tell it out with speed,
Cry out and shout,