To shep­herds as they watched by night
Appeared a host of an­gels bright;
Behold the ten­der Babe, they said,
In yon­der low­ly man­ger laid.

At Beth­le­hem, in Da­vid’s town,
As Mi­cah did of old make known;
’Tis Je­sus Christ, your Lord and king,
Who doth to all sal­va­tion bring.

Oh, then re­joice that through His Son
God is with sin­ners now at one;
Made like your­selves of flesh and blood,
Your bro­ther is th’eter­nal God.

What harm can sin and death then do?
The true God now abides with you.
Let hell and Sa­tan rage and chafe,
Christ is your bro­ther—ye are safe.

Not one He will or can for­sake
Who Him his con­fi­dence doth make.
Let all his wiles the tempt­er try,
You may his ut­most pow­ers de­fy.

Ye shall and must at last pre­vail;
God’s own ye are, ye can­not fail.
To God for­ev­er sing your praise
With joy and pa­tience all your days.