Christmas Songbook

Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas last looked out
On the Feast of Steven❟
When the snow lay all about❟
Deep and crisp❟ and even:
Brightly shone the moon that night❟
Though the frost was cruel❟
When a poor man came in sight❟
Gathring winter fuel.

"Hither❟ page❟ and stand by me❟
If thou knowst it telling❟
Yonder peasant❟ who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire❟ he lives a good league hence❟
Underneath the mountain❟
Right against the forest fence❟
By Saint Agnes fountain."

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine❟
Bring me pine logs hither:
Thou and I will see him dine❟
When we bear them thither."
Page and monarch forth they went❟
Forth they went together;
Through the rude winds wild lament❟
And the bitter weather.

"Sire❟ the night is darker now❟
And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart❟ I know not how;
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps❟ good my page.
Tread thou in them boldly.
Thou shalt find the winters rage❟
Freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his masters 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 youself find blessing.