Good King Wenceslas

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   .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 fu 'Hi ther, page, and stand by me, If thou know'st it, tel ling, Yon der peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwel ling?' 'Sire he lives good hence, Underthe Right the forfence, By Saint Agfoun 'Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, Bring me pinelogs hither: Thou and I will see him dine, When we bear them thi ther.' Page and monarch, forth they went, Forth they went together; Through the rude wind's wild lament And the bitter wea 'Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them bold ly: 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 the very sod Which the Saint had printed Therefore, Christian men, be sure, Wealth or rank possessing, Ye who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find bless

Fri att sjunga: John Stainer dog 1901 och John Mason Neale dog 1866.