Clearly in the east it shone,
That star in splen­dor bright;
And shep­herds on their faces fell
At the won­drous sight.
But an an­gel calm­ly stood
With high up­lift­ed hand;
Fear not, he cried, “for joy I bring,
And peace to all the land.

In a man­ger, cold and bare,
The ho­ly Babe you’ll find,
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
The Sav­ior of man­kind.
Fall on thy knees and wor­ship Him,
And bless this hap­py morn;
’Tis for thy sake, O sin­ful man,
The Son of God is born.