Who standing near by them, To them shined so bright, That they amazed were At that most glorious sight. Novels, &c. To whom the angel spoke, Saying, Be not afraid, Be glad, poor silly shepherds, Why are you so dismayed? Novels, &c. For lo! I bring you tidings Of gladness and of mirth, Which cometh to all people by This holy infant’s birth. Novels, &c. Him hath God lifted up, As light and shepherd’s horn, Which in the city of David, This present time was born. Novels, &c. The only Son of God was he, The Lord and God most highest; And He is the true shepherd, The young child Jesus Christ. Novels, &c. Then was there with the angel, An host incontinent Of heavenly bright soldiers, Which from the highest was sent. Novels, &c. Lauding the Lord our God, And his celestial king; All glory be in Paradise, This heavenly host did sing. Novels, &c. Glory be unto our God, That sitteth still on high, With praises and with triumph great, And joyful melody. Novels, &c. But when this holy army Of heavenly soldiers bright, Was unto God returned, And vanish’d out of sight. Novels, &c. The shepherds’ hearts joyful, At this great glorious news, That the King of all kings Was risen amongst the Jews. Novels, &c. Without the least of hinderance, Anon they went in then, And found the young child, Jesus Christ, Thus born in Bethlehem. Novels, &c. And as the angel told them, So to them did appear; They found the young child, Jesus Christ, With Mary, his mother dear. Novels, &c. Now such a place it was, Where this was come to pass, For want of room this child was laid Betwixt an ox and ass. Novels, &c. Not sumptuously, but simply, Was this young King array’d; A manger was the cradle, Where this young child was laid. Novels, &c. No pride at all was found In this most holy child, But he being void of all sin, The lamb of God most mild. Novels, &c. His body unto bitter pains He gave to set us free; He is our Saviour, Jesus Christ, And none but only he. Novels, &c.