Classic Poem

While shepherds watch'd in Bethle'm's fields,
An angel bright appear'd;
Heav'n's glory round them was reveal'd,
At which they greatly fear'd:

Fear not at all, said he; for lo!
I bring, with sweet solace,
Good tidings of great joy to you,
And all the human race.

To you is born this day and date,
In David's little town,
A Saviour, the Messiah great,
The Lord of high renown.

And this to you shall be the sign,
You'll find the babe array'd,
And wrapt, in swaddling clothes, but mean,
And in a manager laid.

Straightway with th' angel join'd aloud
A num'rous shining throng,
Of heav'nly harpers, praising God
In this melodious song.

" All glory in the highest heav'ns,
To God be render'd still;
For peace on earth, benignly giv'n,
And towards men good-will. "