| As lately we watch’d o’er our fields thro' the nigh
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| A star there was seen of such glorious light
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| All thro' the night, angels did sing
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| Carols so sweet of the birth of a King
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| A king of such beauty was ne’er before seen
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| And Mary His mother so like a queen
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| Blessed be the hour, welcome the morn
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| For Christ our dear Savior on earth now is born
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| His throne is a manger, His court is a loft
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| But troops of bright angels, in lays sweet and soft
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| Him they proclaim, our Christ by name
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| And earth, sky and air straight are filled with his fame
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| Then shepherds, be joyful; |
| salute your new King
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| Let hills and vales ring to the song that ye sing
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| Blessed be the hour, welcome the morn
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| For Christ our dear Savior on earth now is born |