Shepherds watched their flocks at night,
attending lowly sheep.
Now within a cattle shed,
much stranger watch they keep.
Today, a Saviour has been born
and He is Christ, the Lord.
Placed within a humble trough,
this baby must be adored.
Pagan wise men from the East
seek out the infant King.
Trackless miles behind them lie
and now all their reverence bring.
They have come to worship Him
with spices and with gold.
Countless millions seek Him still
who's advent was long foretold.
For to us a Child is born,
to us a Son is given.
He shall reign in righteousness,
this Counselor King from heaven.
The government will rest on Him,
He is the mighty God.
Prince of Peace, this gentle King,
yet rules with a mighty rod.
Scriptures say that Mary's boy
was born that he might die.
Angel voices burst in praise,
their harmony fills the sky.
Sing, ""Glory in the highest heaven.""
Sing, ""gracious peace on earth.""
Those on whom His favor rests,
exult in the Saviour's birth.