�Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away;
News from the regions of the skies,
Salvation�s born today.

�Jesus, the God Whom angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you;
Today He makes His entrance here,
But not as monarchs do.

�No gold nor purple swaddling bands.
Nor royal shining things;
A manger for His cradle stands,
And holds the King of kings.

�Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies,
And see His humble throne
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.�

Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around
The heav�nly armies throng;
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song:

�Glory to God that reigns above!
Let peace surround the earth!
Mortals shall know their Maker�s love,
At their Redeemer�s birth.�

Lord, and shall angels have their songs,
And men no tunes to raise?
O may we lose our useless tongues
When they forget to praise.

Glory to God that reigns above,
That pitied us forlorn;
We join to sing our Maker�s love,
For there�s a Savior born.