Scripture Verse

The angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.@Luke 2:10

Introduction

Words: James R. Mur­ray, in The Prize, ed­it­ed by George F. Root (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Root & Ca­dy, 1870), num­ber 144.

Music: Sey­chelles James R. Mur­ray, 1870 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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James R. Murray
(1841–1905)

Background

In the 1870 pub­li­ca­tion of this song, it was ac­com­pa­nied by a ser­ies of ques­tions and an­swers, to be read be­fore each verse:

Question 1: How was our Sav­ior’s com­ing an­nounced?

Answer: And the an­gel said un­to them, Fear not; for be­hold, I bring you good tid­ings of great joy, which shall be to all peo­ple, for un­to you is born this day in the city of Da­vid, a Sav­ior which is Christ the Lord. Luke ii; 10, 11.

Question 2: Where was Je­sus born?

Answer: Jesus was in born in Bet­hl­ehem of Ju­dea, in the days of Her­od the King. Matt. ii; 1.

Question 3: What guid­ed the wise men to the man­ger?

Answer: And lo, the star, which they saw in the East, went be­fore them, till it came and stood ov­er where the young child was. Matt. ii; 9.

Question 4: Who kept wick­ed Her­od from kill­ing the young child Je­sus?

Answer: Be­hold, the an­gel of the Lord ap­pear­eth to Jo­seph in a dream, say­ing, Arise, and take the young child and his mo­ther, and flee in­to Egypt, and be thou there un­til I bring thee word; for Her­od will seek the young child to de­stroy him. Matt. ii; 13

Question 5: When again did an an­gel ap­pear un­to Jo­seph?

Answer: But when Her­od was dead, be­hold, an an­gel of the Lord ap­pear­eth in a dream to Jo­seph in Egypt, say­ing, Arise, and take the young child and his mo­ther, and go in­to the land of Is­ra­el: for they are dead which sought the young child’s life. Matt. ii; 20.

Lyrics

And, as in olden days,
The angels went before
To speak the coming of the Lord,
So now, and evermore,
The angels of His love
Go on before His face,
To find, in humble, lowly hearts,
For Him a dwelling place.

So, in our youthful hearts,
May Christ the Savior come;
Though poor and small the place for Him,
Yet there may be His home.
By doing kindly deeds,
By loving self the least,
Christ may be born in every heart
As in the ancient East.

So, over all your hearts
May shine the star so fair,
The light of heavenly truth, and love,
To show the Lord is here.
And may we bring to Him,
As wise men did of old,
The gift of earnest, loving souls,
More precious far than gold.

Thus, like the wicked king,
Our sins do seek to kill
The holy things within our minds,
And all good thoughts to still.
But if we try to love
Our Savior and His ways,
He’ll send an angel from above
To guard us all our days.

So, if we strive aright,
To do the Master’s will,
Our wrong desires and thoughts will die,
And good our bosoms fill.
Thus may we overcome
Our sins on every hand,
Till, guided by the angels bright,
We reach the promised land.