Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Masters In This Hall, artist - Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Masters In This Hall |
| Masters in this Hall, |
| Hear ye news to-day |
| Brought from over sea, |
| And ever I you pray: |
| Going o’er the hills, |
| Through the milk-white snow, |
| Heard I ewes bleat |
| While the wind did blow! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell, sing we cheer |
| Holpen are all folk on earth, |
| Born is God’s son so dear: |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell, sing we loud |
| God to-day hath poor folk raised |
| And cast a-down the proud. |
| Shepherds many a one |
| Sat among the sheep, |
| No man spake more word |
| Than they had been asleep. |
| Quoth I, «Fellows mine, |
| Why this guise sit ye? |
| Making but dull cheer, |
| Shepherds though ye be?» |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell, sing we cheer |
| Holpen are all folk on earth, |
| Born is God’s son so dear: |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell, sing we loud |
| God to-day hath poor folk raised |
| And cast a-down the proud. |
| «Shepherds should of right |
| Leap and dance and sing, |
| Thus to see ye sit, |
| Is a right strange thing.» |
| Quoth these fellows then, |
| «To Bethlem town we go, |
| To see a mighty lord |
| Lie in manger low.» |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell, sing we cheer |
| Holpen are all folk on earth, |
| Born is God’s son so dear: |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell, sing we loud |
| God to-day hath poor folk raised |
| And cast a-down the proud. |
| Ox and ass him know, |
| Kneeling on their knee, |
| Wondrous joy had I |
| This little babe to see: |
| This is Christ the Lord, |
| Masters be ye glad! |
| Christmas is come in, |
| And no folk should be sad. |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell, sing we cheer |
| Holpen are all folk on earth, |
| Born is God’s son so dear: |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell, sing we loud |
| God to-day hath poor folk raised |
| And cast a-down the proud. |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| God to-day hath poor folk raised |
| And cast a-down the proud. |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| Nowell! |
| God to-day hath poor folk raised |
| And cast a-down the proud |