O leave your sheep your lambs that follow after
O leave the brook the pasture and the crook
No longer weep turn weeping into laughter
O shepherds seek your goal
Your Lord who cometh to console
Verse 2
You’ll find Him laid within a simple stable
A babe new born in poverty forlorn
In love arrayed a love so deep
‘Tis able to search the night for you
Tis He the Shepherd true
Verse 3
O kings so great a light is streaming o’er you
More radiant far than diadem or star
Forego your state
A baby lies before you whose wonder shall be told
Bring myrrh
Bring frankincense and gold
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