Twinkling Twilight

Around the hills of Bethlehem,

the quiet shepherds sleep.

Betwixt the flocks of little lambs,

and slumbering herds of sheep.

No gold or silver in their hands,

their clothes of coursest wool,

not one has been to distant lands,

not one has been to school.

In twinkling twilight all awoke,

that early midnight morn,

to hear the words the angel spoke

“The Son of God is born!”

Then off with haste the shepherds ran,

no longer tired and cold.

To see this child, both God and Man,

whom prophets long foretold.

Alas and did the shepherds find,

in manger meek and mild,

The Savior, Christ, so sweet and kind,

Divine and Royal Child.