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Behold, the grace appears!
The promise is fulfilled;
Mary, the wondrous virgin, bears,
And Jesus is the Child.
The Lord, the highest God,
Calls Him His only Son;
He bids Him rule the lands abroad,
And gives Him David’s throne.
O’er Jacob shall He reign
With a peculiar sway;
The nations shall His grace obtain,
His kingdom ne’er decay.
To bring the glorious news
A heav’nly form appears;
He tells the shepherds of their joys,
And banishes their fears.
“Go, humble swains,” said he,
“To David’s city fly;
The promised Infant born today
Doth in a manger lie.”
“With looks and hearts serene,
Go visit Christ your King;
And straight a flaming troop was seen:
The shepherds heard them sing:
“Glory to God on high!
And heav’nly peace on earth;
Goodwill to men, to angels joy,
At the Redeemer’s birth!”
In worship so divine,
Let saints employ their tongues;
With the celestial hosts we join,
And loud repeat their songs:
“Glory to God on high!
And heav’nly peace on earth;
Goodwill to men, to angels joy,
At our Redeemer’s birth!”.
Awake, awake, ye saints, awake!
And hail this day our Saviour's born!
Allelujah, allelujah, allelujah,
Praise ye the Lord!
– Black Bull, Ecclesfield
The Sheffield version utilises only those verses shown in black. The verses in blue are added here for completeness.