{To the tune of "Ilkley Moor B'aht Hat"} While shepherd's watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground; The Angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. Fear not, said he, for mighty dread, Had seized their troubled minds; Glad tidings of great joy I bring, For you and all mankind. To you in David's town this day, Is born of David's line; A saviour who is Christ the Lord, And this shall be the sign. The Heavenly babe you there shall find, To human view displayed; All meanly wrapped in swaddling bands, And in a manger laid. Thus spake the seraph and forthwith, Appeared a shining throng; Of angels praising God who thus, Addressed their joyful song. All glory be to God on high, And to the Earth be peace; Goodwill henceforth from heaven to men, Begin and never cease.