Carols to Christ be sung, joy be on every tongue, welcome his birth! where in the starry sky legions of angels cry `Glory to God on high, peace upon earth'. Shepherds behold the sight, keeping their flocks by night, safe till the morn: down through the dark they tread, finding the cattle-shed, where in a manger bed Jesus is born. Kings from the East arise, worshippers strange and wise, journeying far; incense and gold they bring, gifts for a God and King, myrrh for his suffering, led by a star. Though, like the star that shone, shepherds and kings are gone long past recall, he who by faith is known, Saviour and Son alone, reigns from his Father's throne, Christ over all!