ut the midst of the night;
Adown from heaven they saw come a light,
_Tyrle, tyrle._

Of angels there came a company
With merry songs and melody,
The shepherds anon gan them espy,
_Tyrle, tyrle._

_Gloria in excelsis_ the angels sung,
And said how peace was present among,
To every man that to the faith would 'long,
_Tyrle, tyrle._

The shepherds hied them to Bethlehem
To see that blessed sun's beam;
And there they found that glorious stream,
_Tyrle, tyrle._

Now pray we to that meek Child,
And to his mother that is so mild,
The which was never defiled,
_Tyrle, tyrle._

That we may come unto his bliss,
Where joy shall never miss;
That we may sing in Paradise,
_Tyrle, tyrle._

I pray you all that be here
For to sing and make good cheer,
In the worship of God this year,
_Tyrle, tyrle._

_Wright's Songs and Carols._

THE FIRST CAROL.

The first Nowell the Angel did say
Was to three poor Shepherds in the fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
In a cold winter's night that was so deep.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

They looked up and saw a Star
Shining in the East beyond them far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

And by the light of that same Star
Three Wise Men came from country far;
To seek for a King was their intent,
And to follow the Star wherever it went.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

The Star drew nigh to the northwest,
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest,
And there it did both stop and stay
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

Then did they know assuredly
Within that house the King did lie:
One enter'd in then for to see,
And found the Babe in poverty.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

Then enter'd in those Wise Men three
Most reverently upon their knee,
And offer'd there in his presence
Both gold, and myrrh,