Shepherds, Wake, 'Tis Christmas-Tide

Follow, with yonder Star for guide,
On Christmas day in the morning.
'The way is dark, the way is long,
We cheer the way with a blithesome song.
'Thro' the valley and over the hill,—
Hush, now hush, for the Star stands still!
'It stands so still and it shines so clear—
This is the place! Our Lord is here! '
Ye who have gifts, your gifts unfold—
Wood of Lebanon, gems, and gold.
Kneel, and shrive ye of your sin —
Then lift the latch, and enter in
Alack, why stand ye weeping there? . . .
'The fire is out, and the hearth is bare!