Scripture Verse

The angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. Luke 2:9


Words: It­al­ian ca­rol, in Laude Spi­ri­tu­ali, 1674 (Poiché l’u­mil Ca­pan­na). Trans­lat­ed to Eng­lish by Mrs. K. W. Simp­son.

Music: Ca­pan­na, com­pos­er un­known (🔊 pdf nwc).

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To wea­ry shep­herds sleep­ing,
A blind­ing light ap­peared;
And from their couch­es sleep­ing,
They scat­tered, all afeared;
But Ga­bri­el spake to calm them
From all that did alarm them.

With sil­ver wings and gold­en
A migh­ty host they saw;
Ne’er had their eyes be­hold­en
Such ma­jes­ty before.
Said Ga­bri­el that ev­en,
I come from God in Hea­ven.

And while his words they pon­der
The an­gel host around
Cried: In a man­ger yon­der
The King of kings is found!
Go shep­herds, do not tar­ry;
Your lov­ing hom­age car­ry.

In joy they turned their fac­es
To where they heard He lay,
And mer­ry were their pac­es
And songs up­on the way.
And when the dawn was creep­ing
They found Him sweet­ly sleep­ing.

Their gifts they laid around Him
With shy and hum­ble word,
And—hap­py to have found Him—
They lin­gered and ad­ored.
While Ga­bri­el—up­ward wing­ing—
Now peace on earth! was sing­ing.

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