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Mormon Tabernacle Choir & Orchestra at Temple Square
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Masters in This Hall
Masters in this Hall, Hear ye news to-day Brought from over sea, And ever I you pray:
Going o'er the hills, Through the milk-white snow, Heard I ewes bleat While the wind did blow!
Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell, sing we cheer Holpen are all folk on earth, Born is God's son so dear: Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell, sing we loud God to-day hath poor folk raised And cast a-down the proud.
Shepherds many a one Sat among the sheep, No man spake more word Than they had been asleep.
Quoth I, 'Fellows mine, Why this guise sit ye? Making but dull cheer, Shepherds though ye be?'
Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell, sing we cheer Holpen are all folk on earth, Born is God's son so dear: Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell, sing we loud God to-day hath poor folk raised And cast a-down the proud.
'Shepherds should of right Leap and dance and sing, Thus to see ye sit, Is a right strange thing.'
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Quoth these fellows then, 'To Bethlem town we go, To see a mighty lord Lie in manger low.'
Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell, sing we cheer Holpen are all folk on earth, Born is God's son so dear: Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell, sing we loud God to-day hath poor folk raised And cast a-down the proud.
Ox and ass him know, Kneeling on their knee, Wondrous joy had I This little babe to see:
This is Christ the Lord, Masters be ye glad! Christmas is come in, And no folk should be sad.
Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell, sing we cheer Holpen are all folk on earth, Born is God's son so dear: Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell, sing we loud God to-day hath poor folk raised And cast a-down the proud.
Nowell! Nowell! God to-day hath poor folk raised And cast a-down the proud. Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell!! God to-day hath poor folk raised And cast a-down the proud
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