Vocals: Nick Morgan
Words a heady mix of the traditional ones by Edmund Sears and new ones by Nick Morgan
Tune: My Lagan Love – a traditional Irish air
Locations of video and photos: Ripon Cathedral, Ripon Workhouse Museum, Ripon Prison Museum, plus one still from Shelter campaign.
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels swooping near to the earth,
To strum their harps of gold:
“Peace on the earth, goodwill to you all
From heaven’s all-gracious King!”
Most of the world went on its way
And never heard those angels sing.
But in that field, the shepherds heard,
And frankly they were blown away
To hear a Saviour had been born that night
And lay in a food trough filled with hay.
They were low-income, hard-working folk
With no clout or power of governing
Yet God chose them to be the ones
Who first heard the angels sing.
All you beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose burden is pressing you down low,
Who toil and struggle uphill all the way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside your weary road
To hear the angels sing.
For lo! The days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold,
When the new heaven and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace, their King,
And the whole world sing back the song
Which now the angels sing.