Leave, Shepherds, Leave Your Peaceful Flocks

Leave

shep­herds

leave your peace­ful flocks agraz­ing!

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

Your Sav­ior born this hap­py day.

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!

Who canst do all things sure­ly

hearts en­shrine

Thine ar­dors sweet and fair! For peace is his

For peace is His that through Thee liv­eth pure­ly!

And add­ed un­to this

all joy

and bliss—

Since God hath sent His Sav­ior here!