In a cave, a lowly stable, Christ our Lord wan born;
From the heavens white-robed angels Sang that holy morn.
Noel, noel! Noel, noel! Rang throughout the sky; (starlit sky;)
Noel, noel! Noel, noel! Praise to God on high!
Shepherds heard the heav’nly chorus And were lore afraid;
But an angel spoke the tidings That all fears allayed.
“Born to you in David’s city Is your Lord and King –”
So an angel to the shepherds Hope and joy did bring.
Leaving resting flocks behind them, Sought they for the stall,
Where there lay, in saddling garments, Christ the hope of all.
Let us, like the lowly shepherds, See the Lord this night,
That we may, by lives of service, Bring to all true light.