"Fear not," then said the angel,
  "Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
  Of virtue, power, and might,
So frequently to vanquish all
  The friends of Satan quite."

The shepherds at those tidings
  Rejoicèd much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
  In tempest, storm, and wind.
And went to Bethlehem straightway,
  This blessed Babe to find.

But when to Bethlehem they came,
  Whereat this infant lay,
They found Him in a manger,
  Where oxen feed on hay,
His mother Mary kneeling,
  Unto the Lord did pray.

Now to the Lord sing praises,
  All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
  Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
  All others doth deface.
  O tidings of comfort and joy!
  For Jesus Christ, our Saviour,
  Was born on Christmas Day.