Angels we have Heard on High
Oh Come all ye Faithful
The Snow Lay on the Ground
Est ist ein Rose
While Shepherds watched their flocks by Night (Sherburne)

Oxford from the Sacred Harp Lyrics by Isaac Watts:
Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away:
News from the regions of the skies --
A Savior's born today!
Jesus, the God whom angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you...
Today He makes His entrance here,
But not as monarchs do.

No gold nor purple swaddling bands,
Nor royal shining things,
A manger for His cradle stands,
And holds the King of kings.
Go, shepherds, where the infant lies,
And see His humble throne,
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
Go shepherds, kiss the Son.