The Shepherds Went Their Hasty Way
Words: A cento from S. T. Coleridge.
Melody: An old Alsatian Carol.
Source: Richard Runciman Terry, Two Hundred Folk Carols (London: Burns Oates & Washbourne Limited, 1933), Carol #157, pp. 36-37.
The shepherds went their hasty way,
And found the lowly stable-shed
Where the Virgin Mother lay:
Now they check'd their eager tread,
For to the Babe, that to her clung,
A mother's song the Virgin sung.
told her how a glorious light,
Far streaming from a heav'nly throng,
Round them shone suspending night!
While more sweet than mother's song
Blest angels hailed the Saviour's birth;
Glory to God, and peace on earth.
She listened to the tale divine,
And closer still the Babe she prest;
While she cried, the Babe is mine,
Mother-love o'erflowed her breast,
Joy rose with her like summer's morn:
Peace, peace on earth; its Prince Is born.
Then (cried she) is my soul elate,
That strife should vanish, battle cease;
Poor am I, of low estate,
Mother of the Prince of Peace.
Joy rises in me like a summer's morn;
Peace, peace on earth; its Prince is born.
Sheet Music from Richard Runciman Terry, Two Hundred Folk Carols (London: Burns Oates & Washbourne Limited, 1933), Carol #157, pp. 36-37.
Sheet Music from Richard R. Terry, Old Christmas Carols. Part One. (London: Burns, Oates & Washbourne Ltd., n.d., ca. 1923), Carol #15, p. 19.
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