Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes, And send your fears away: News from the regions of the skies A Saviour's born today. Jesus, the God whom angels fear, Comes down to dwell with you: Today he makes His entrance here, But not as monarchs do. No gold, nor purple swaddling bands, Nor royal shining things: A manger for His cradle stands, And holds the King of kings. Go, shepherds, where the infant lies, And see His humble throne: With tears of joy in all your eyes, Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.