A Child This Day Is Born

A child this day is born, a child of high renown,
Most worthy of a sceptre, a sceptre and a crown:
Nowell, nowell, nowell, Nowell sing all we may,
Because the King of all Kings was born this blessed day.

These tidings shepherds heard, in fields watching their folds,
Were by an angel unto them that night revealed and told:

Glory be unto God, that sitteth still on high,
With praises and with triumph great, and joyful melody:

So then in Bethlehem town, they gathered two by two,
'Twas in a mean and sorry place they heard the oxen low:

And as the angels told them so to them did appear,
They saw the young child, Jesus Christ, with Mary, his mother dear:

This then is Christ the Lord, O masters, be you glad,
For Christmas-tide, it is come in, and no man should be sad:

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