Shepherds! Shake off your drowsy sleep,
Rise and leave your silly sheep;
Angels from Heavín around loud singing,
Tidings of great joy are bringing,
Shepherds! The chorus come and swell!
Sing Nowell, O sing Nowell!
Hark! Even now the bells ring íround;
Listen to their merry sound!
Hark! How the birds new songs are making,
As if winterís chains were breaking,
Cometh at length the age of peace,
Strife and sorrow now shall cease;
Prophets foretold the wondrous story
Of this Heaven-born Prince of glory,
Shepherds! Then up and quick away!
Seek the Babe ere break of day;
He is the hope of every nation,
All in Him shall find salvation,