Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away;
News from the regions of the skies,
Salvation’s born today.

No gold, nor purple swaddling bands,
Nor royal shining things;
A manger for his cradle stands,
And holds the King of kings.

Glory to God that reigns above,
That pitied us forlorn;
We join to sing our Maker’s love,
For there’s a Savior born.

Recordings 1, 2