1
God reft ye all good People,
That harken to our lay,
And hear the word,
That Chrift our Lord,
Was born upon this day.
2
We lift our voices gladly,
And gladly we do fing,
Of that fame night,
That fhowed to light,
The promife He did bring.
3
When Angels fang to Shepherds,
That kept their flocks that day,
And bade them feek,
Where mild and meek,
The infant Jefus lay.
4
So when our life grows older,
And brings its winter's night,
May Angels fing,
And to us bring
Our Lord His truth and light.
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