Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas (Tempus Adest Floridum, Organ, 5 Verses)

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 cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gath’ring winter fuel.

“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 him thither.”

Page and monarch, forth they went,
Forth they went together;
Through the rude wind’s wild lament,
And the bitter weather.

“Sire, the night is darker now,
And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not how;
I can go no longer.”

“Mark my footsteps, my good page;
Tread thou in them boldly;
Thou shalt find the winter’s rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.

“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.

Score

Available from MobileHymns.org

Good King Wenceslas : Recording

Good King Wenceslas : Free MP3 Download

The music used in this recording belongs in the Public Domain, but the Performance rights belong to Richard Irwin Music®.

If you use our hymns, please consider a donation to help keep this service free. To keep up to date with the latest recordings, please follow us on SoundCloud, Twitter and Facebook.

Click Here to Download

Please Right-Click and Save Link if needed

 

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *