Whilst Bethlehem’s shepherds kept their flocks All thro’ the starlit night, An angel from the heav’ns drew near, And sudden was their fright; Fear not, he cried, be not afraid; Good news I come to bring: To you and all mankind is born A Savior, and a king. A throng of angels then began Their voices sweet to raise, Whilst on the ground the shepherds lay To hear their songs of praise; All glory be to God on high Th’enraptured seraphs sing, Peace on the earth, good will to men, All hail, the newborn King! To Bethlehem quick the shepherds ran To seek the wondrous Child, And found Him in a lowly shed, With Mary, mother mild; Their voices then they turned on high To glorify their God, And told how they had seen that day Their Savior, Christ the Lord.