Lyrics

Good King Wenceslas look′d out On the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay round about Deep, and crisp, and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight Gath'ring winter fuel Sire, the night is darker now And the wind blows stronger Fails my heart, I know now how I can go no longer Mark my footsteps, my good page Tread thou in them boldly Thou shalt find the winter′s rage Freeze thy blood less coldly In his master's steps he trod Where the snow lay dinted Heat was in thе very sod Which the Saint had printed Thеrefore, Christian men, be sure Wealth or rank possessing Ye who now will bless the poor Shall yourselves find blessing We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star Oh, star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Gloria, in excelsis Deo