While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks

I have shepherded what they've lost by night, all seated on the throne. The angel of the Lord came down, and glory shall abound. Our glory be to God on high, and to thee our peace.

Good will him for from him to men, Speaking and never seen. We can go away, the youth are happy more. Where on the stinger of the world was born, trying to adore the mystery of love.

We told the linguals can't it from our own. We'll then the joyful tidings first begun. Our God incarnate and the virgin pom. Then to the watchful shepherd it was full. O her deongenic hell of voice, behold, I bring the tidings of a Savior's birth.

To you and the nation's honor. This day hath called full, till this promise was. This day is born a Savior, Christ, for Lord.