To bring you tidings good and true.
Good tidings of great joy I bring,
Yet He brings joy and peace to all.
This King is but a little child,
His mother blessed Mary mild.
His cradle is but now a stall,
Yet He brings joy and peace to all.
Now let us all with songs of cheer,
Follow the shepherds and draw near,
To find this wondrous gift of Heav'n,
The blessed Christ whom God hath giv'n.
Make Thee a bed, soft undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.
'Glory to God in highest heaven
Who unto man His Son hath given,'
While angels sing with pious mirth
A glad new year to all the earth.
Welcome to earth, Thou noble Guest,
Through Whom e'en wicked men are blessed!
Thou com'st to share our misery;
What can we render, Lord, to Thee?
