Classic Poem

Deep, deep snow,
Wild, wild wind,
Dark, dark night, and lo!
Where shall we Shepherds go
God 's Son to find?

See, Shepherds, see!
O'er Bethlem town,
What may this glory be?
Faint not, but hasten ye;
Thither go down.

Hark! what sound
O'er yonder shed?
Gloria! the Lord is found
In swaddling clothes all bound,
As Gabriel said.

Bend knees and fall;
Here's God 's Son,
Here in an ox's stall:
Ave , say we great and small,
Death's day's done.