Shepherd tending your flock by night.
Heralds appear, oh, what a sight!
Extolling a king asleep in a place so plain,
Portent of the gift humankind will gain.
Hurry, see him, this babe small and dear,
Emblem of hope, there is no need to fear.
Radiant vision? No, only an infant so mild,
Divine yet humbly born, this wee little child.