Leave, shepherds,
Leave peaceful flocks a-grazing!
No longer grieve
But come, O come away!
Come and adore;
Your tears all changed to praising
Of Him the heav'nly King
O sing, O sing
O sing Your Savior born today.
There, lowly laid.
Within a Manger narrow,
A lovely Maid
And Infant thou shalt see!
His tender love
Hath sought thee in thy sorrow–
Thy darkness to remove!
He came to prove
A loving Shepherd's care for thee!
Kings from the East!
His Star will guide thee truly!
Where He doth rest
In love and faith draw near:
Our Rising Sun
Receives thy homage duly!
O bring to Him – each one–
Each one! Each one!
Your incense and your gold and myrrh!
Spirit Divine
Who canst do all things surely,
Our hearts enshrine
Thine ardours sweet and fair!
For peace is his
That through Thee liveth purely!
And, added unto this
All joy and bliss–
Since God hath sent His Saviour here!
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