Full Lyrics
1. As on the Night before this happie Morne,
A blessed Angell unto Shepheards told,
Where (in a Stable) he was poorely borne,
Whom, nor the earth nor Heav’n of heav’ns can hold
Through Bethlem rung
This newes at their returne;
Yea, Angells sung,
That God with us was born:
And they made mirth, because we should not mourne.
Chorus.
Their AngellsCaroll sing wee then;
To God on high all glory bee,
For Peace on earth bestoweth hee,
And showeth Favour unto men.
2. This favour Christ vouchsafed for our sake,
To buy us Thrones, hee in a Manger lay.
Our weaknes tooke, that we his strength might take,
And was disrob’d, that hee might us aray,
Our flesh hee wore,
Our Sinne to weare away.
Our Curse hee bore,
That wee escape it may,
And wept for us, that wee might sing for aye.
Chorus.
With Angells therfore, sing agen;
To God on high all glory bee;
For Peace on Earth bestoweth hee:
And showeth Favour unto Men.
