While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
On this day is born to you
A Savior meek and mild;
Haste ye all to Bethlehem
And kneel before the Child.

Lay down your crooks and quit your flocks,
To Bethlehem repair;
And let your wand’ring steps be spared,
By yonder shining star.
Seek ye not in palaces,
Nor regal curtains draw.
Search the stable, see your God
Extended on the straw.