We�ve been told a joyful thing,
News for all the nations.
Angels have been heard to sing
Round the shepherd stations,
One intoned the �Gloria,�
Others �Alleluia�;
Peace to all things human;
War no more for true man.
Up and get you quickly there
Folk of field and village!
Over to that stable bare
Up beyond the tillage.
There you�ll find a Baby born
Old before His mother�s morn
Young with dewy splendor
Of parent stem so tender.
So we come to pay our vows:
Hail! God save thee, Mary!
Joseph, man of this poor house,
Fortune seems contrary.
Let us look on Christ the Lord,
That was sure the angel�s word.
Swath�d in a manger,
Welcome, Holy Stranger!
