Me thinks I see a heav’nly host
Of angels on the wing,
Me thinks I hear their cheerful notes,
So merrily they sing.
Let all your fears be banished hence
Glad tidings we proclaim,
For there’s a savior born today
And Jesus is his name.

Lay down your crooks and quit your flocks,
To Bethlehem repair;
And let your wand’ring steps be squar’d
By yonder shining star.
Seek not in courts or palaces,
Nor royal curtains draw;
But search the stable, see your God
Extended on the straw.

Recordings 1, 2, 3