Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away:
News from the regions of the skies
A Saviour’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.