Night se­rene and fair,
Naught its peace can mar;
Lo! in skies above,
Dawns a ra­di­ant star.
Shepherds in the field,
Guarding safe their fold,
Mute with rap­ture kneel in wor­ship,
Glory be­hold.

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’Neath yon heav’n­ly sign
Sleeps a child di­vine;
Bow in hum­ble ado­ra­tion,
Own Him as Lord.
Music in the sky,
Voices clear and high,
Harps of gold re­sound­ing
In sweet­est ac­cord.

White winged se­raphs chant
Heaven’s tri­umph song;
Earth in glad­ness wakes,
Every note pro­longs.
Answering hills send back,
Faint me­lo­di­ous strains;
Choirs ce­les­ti­al bring good tid­ings,
Sing grand re­frains.

Refrain

Seek the man­ger low,
Haste your Lord to find;
Christ this day is born,
Savior of man­kind.
In a shel­ter rude—
Lowly is the stall—
Lies a ti­ny roy­al stran­ger,
King ov­er all.

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