Sing Out of Christmas Day 7
Under a star the frost-touched fields In dead of night a dawn appears Lowly shepherds shield their eyes When choirs of angels fill the skies Singing out of Christmas Creation had waited ages to hear As finally now, an end to the fears They had to see with their own eyes The miracle and sing out of Christmas Under a star in manger of hay In dead of night the newborn lay Lowly shepherds join the wise As choirs of angels echo the night Singing out of Christmas
