There were…shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.@Luke 2:8-10
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Horace L. Hastings (1831-1899)

Possibly by Horace L. Hastings, 1881; appeared in his Songs of Pilgrimage, second edition (Boston, Massachusetts: Scriptural Tract Repository, 1888), number 861 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Shepherds Abiding in the Fields
Carl H. Bloch (1834-1890)

As the world around was sleeping,
In the calm and silent night;
While the shepherds watch were keeping
Came an angel robed in light.

Gazing on his matchless splendor,
They were troubled and dismayed;
But in accents kind and tender,
Soon He said, Be not afraid.

Lo! to you I bring good tidings,
Words of peace to all your race;
For in Bethlehem abiding
Now is born the Prince of Grace.

Would you know the royal Stranger?
By this sign you may be sure:
Ye shall find Him in a manger,
Wrapped in swaddling garments poor.

Hark! Heaven’s hosts take up the story,
Praising God o’er Bethlehem’s plain;
Glory in the highest, glory;
Peace on earth, good will to men.

We would join the rapturous story,
Swell the angels’ lofty strain,
Glory in the highest, glory;
Worthy is the Lamb once slain.