Good King Wenceslas ft. Zac Whiting & Adam Davis 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

Gathering winter fuel

Hither, page, and stand by me

If thou knowest 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 them 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 well my 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