We???ve been told a joyful thing, News for all the nations. Angels have been heard to sing Round the shepherd stations, One intoned the ???Gloria,??? Others ???Alleluia???; Peace to all things human; War no more for true man. Up and get you quickly there Folk of field and village! Over to that stable bare Up beyond the tillage. There you???ll find a Baby born Old before His mother???s morn Young with dewy splendor Of parent stem so tender. So we come to pay our vows: Hail! God save thee, Mary! Joseph, man of this poor house, Fortune seems contrary. Let us look on Christ the Lord, That was sure the angel???s word. Swath??d in a manger, Welcome, Holy Stranger!