There were…shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. Luke 2:8
Words: William W. Newton, The Voice of St. John, and Other Poems (New York: Anson. D. F. Randolph, 1881), pages 49–50.
Long ago, in solemn midnight,
Shepherds watched upon the plain,
When a band of holy angels
Sang the earliest Christmas strain.
Glory be to God on high!
Gently flowed the silent waters
In the stillness of the night,
And the glittering stars in heaven
Shone with pure and silvery light.
Heav’n is opened, all its glory
Bursts across the eastern sky,
For the harmony of seraphs
Tells that Christ, the Lord, is nigh.
Now the golden gates are open,
Enter ye, who love the Lord;
For the Savior’s love hath triumphed,
As He promised in His Word.
Join the angels in their chorus,
Praise the Lord, who came to die;
Praises in the highest, praises;
Glory be to God on high.