Good People, Give Ear

Good peo­ple

give ear

As we sing loud and clear

Our song of a Christ­mas morn­ing.

In Jew­ry of old

As the pro­phets fore­told

A glo­ry came down to the earth:

And an­gels on high

Sang loud from the sky

So we may have glad­ness and mirth.

O list

young and old

As we sing in the cold

Our song of a Christ­mas morn­ing.

It was cold on the plains

Where a few sil­ly swains

Were watch­ing their flocks in the night;

But a glo­ry shone round

And sweet mu­sic did sound

And the wel­kin was filled with de­light.

Awake ye

and hear

For your sol­ace and cheer

Our song of a Christ­mas morn­ing.

Anon were they ’ware

That an an­gel stood there

And Fear not

said he

nor be sad;

For a Sav­ior is born

To a world that was lorn

And there­fore ye all may be glad.

O hear

great and small—

And God bless you all—

Our song of a Christ­mas morn­ing.

There came in due time

From a far east­ern clime

Certain wise men led on by a star;

Their gifts they un­rolled

Myrrh

in­cense

and gold

And bore the glad tid­ings afar.

Now peace to you all

And de­liv­er­ance from thrall

On this bless­èd Christ­mas morn­ing.

Our sto­ry is told

You have heard it of old

We sing the same song ev­ery year;

But it ev­er is new

To hearts that are true:

May God of His grace send you cheer!