From far away by John Bacchus Dykes — Lyrics

1 From far away we come to you; The snow in the street, and the wind on the door, To tell of great tidings, strange and true, Chorus: Minstrels and maids stand forth on the floor, Stand forth on the floor, From far away we come to you, To tell of great tid­ings strange and true, From far away we come to you, To tell of great tid­ings strange and true. 2 For as we wan­dered far and wide, The snow in the street, and the wind on the door, What hap do you deem there should us be­tide? Chorus 3. Under a bent when the night was deep, The snow in the street, and the wind on the door, There lay three shep­herds tend­ing their sheep, Chorus 4. O ye shep­herds, what have ye seen? The snow in the street, and the wind on the door, To stay your sor­row and heal your teen? Chorus 5. In an ox stall this night we saw, The snow in the street, and the wind on the door, A Babe and a maid­en with­out a flaw: Chorus 6. There was an old man there be­side, The snow in the street, and the wind on the door, His hair was white, and his hood was wide, Chorus 7. And as we gazed this thing up­on, The snow in the street, and the wind on the door, Those twain knelt down to the lit­tle One. Chorus 8. And a mar­vel­ous song we straight did hear, The snow in the street, and the wind on the door, That slew our sor­row and healed our care. Chorus 9. News of a fair and mar­vel­ous thing The snow in the street, and the wind on the door, Nowell! Now­ell! Now­ell! we sing.