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  • The first Noël
    The angels did say
    Was to certain poor shepherds
    In fields as they lay
    In fields where they
    Lay keeping their sheep
    On a cold winter's night
    That was so deep
    Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
    Born is the King of Israel
    Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
    Born is the King of Israel
    What Child is this who laid to rest
    On Mary's lap is sleeping?
    Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
    While shepherds watch are keeping?
    This, this is Christ the King,
    Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
    Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
    The Babe, the Son of Mary.
    So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
    Come peasant, king to own Him;
    The King of kings salvation brings,
    Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
    Raise, raise a song on high,
    The virgin sings her lullaby.
    Joy, joy for Christ is born,
    The Babe, the Son of Mary.
    This, this is Christ the King,
    Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
    Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
    The Babe, the Son of Mary.
  • The first Noël
    The angels did say
    Was to certain poor shepherds
    In fields as they lay
    In fields where they
    Lay keeping their sheep
    On a cold winter's night
    That was so deep
    Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
    Born is the King of Israel
    Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
    Born is the King of Israel
    What Child is this who laid to rest
    On Mary's lap is sleeping?
    Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
    While shepherds watch are keeping?
    This, this is Christ the King,
    Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
    Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
    The Babe, the Son of Mary.
    So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
    Come peasant, king to own Him;
    The King of kings salvation brings,
    Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
    Raise, raise a song on high,
    The virgin sings her lullaby.
    Joy, joy for Christ is born,
    The Babe, the Son of Mary.
    This, this is Christ the King,
    Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
    Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
    The Babe, the Son of Mary.