Scripture Verse

Unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. Luke 2:11


Words: George R. Wood­ward, in The Cow­ley ca­rol Book, 1902.

Music: From the Eng­lish tune of The No­ble Shirbe, from the 16th Cen­tu­ry or ear­li­er. Har­mon­ized chief­ly by J. R. Lunn (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Lunn’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him or Wood­ward (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Come, listen to my sto­ry,
Christus na­tus ho­die:
Born is the King of glo­ry,
Rex de Vir­gi­ne.
Nowell, Now­ell, good news I tell,
God comes on earth a stran­ger:
Eya! Em­ma­nu­el
Lies cra­dled in a man­ger.

Came an­gels down, a num­ber,
On the mid­night of His birth:
Ye shep­herds, wake from slum­ber:
Peace, good­will on earth,
And bliss on high,
the an­gels cry,
To you is born and giv­en,
Eya! of maid Ma­rie,
Th’al­migh­ty Lord of Hea­ven.

Then rode three kings to­ge­ther,
Over des­ert, hill, and dale:
Naught car­ing for the wea­ther,
Sleet, and snow, and hail.
They came from far, led by a star,
With beams that ne­ver va­ry:
Eya! full fain they are
To see the Babe of Ma­ry.

Away then ban­ish sor­row;
Nato Re­gi psal­li­te;
Sith Christ is born this mor­row,
With an­gels eke and shep­herds meek,
And with yon east­ern sag­es,
Eya! let us go seek
The new­born King of ag­es.