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Good King Wenceslas Lyrics

Good King Wenceslas looked 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 cru-el.
When a poor man came in sight,
Gath'ring winter fu-el.
"Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou know'st 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 wind's wild lament,
And the bitter weather."
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 blessing.

Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
Wealth or rank possessing,
Ye, who now will bless the poor,
Shall yourselves find blessing.
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