Come, Shepherds, Come!

Come

shep­herds

come! shake off your sleep

And ope your wea­ry eyes;

’Tis time to leave your fold­ed sheep

Come

shep­herds

come

arise!

Hark! an­gels clad in bright ar­ray

Burst forth in heav’n­ly song;

See! night grows bright­er than the day

Lit by their glist­en­ing throng.

Around the hut where­in I slept

A gleam of light was seen.

And gold­en strings of harps were swept

By an­gels clad in sheen.

What sounds of joy the air then stirred!

What hymns of ho­ly rest!

In ter­ra pax above I heard

And Chris­tus na­tus est.

We

too

this wel­come news did hear

From an­gels in the air

They bade us cast away all fear

And to the town re­pair.

We hast­ened to the hum­ble stall

The ho­ly Child we sought;

On bend­ed knee each one did fall

And hum­ble of­fer­ings brought.

Then know

all friends

who wish to see

Your sweet Re­deem­er’s face

Though long

the way full short will be

If ye but ask His grace.

No thorns your fait­hful steps shall stay

And light will shine around;

All doubts and fears will pass away

When Je­sus Christ is found.