How did those shepherds spend that lonely night,
Unlike that glorious night that came before?
No angels singing, no more holy light,
Only their sheep to watch, and nothing more.
Oh, how that night brought fear and then great joy!
Heavenly the song of God's own love did shine!
Into the town to see an infant boy,
Small child, and yet the Son of God divine!
Now nights have passed, none like that night before.
Bound to their flock until the break of day,
Still they kept watch, for sheep and yet for more,
Watching for hope, for love, for God's new way.
TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, December 2022.
MUSIC: Tune EVENTIDE, William Henry Monk, 1861.
What *did* those shepherds do when keeping watch over their flocks by night, after *that* night?
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