Whence is that goodly fragrance flowing, stealing our senses all away,
Never the like did come a-blowing, shepherds, in flow’ry fields of May,
Whence is that goodly fragrance flowing, stealing our senses all away.
What is that light so brilliant, breaking here in the night across our eyes.
Never so bright, the day-star waking, started to climb the morning skies!
What is that light so brilliant, breaking here in the night across our eyes.
Bethlehem! there in manger lying, find your Redeemer haste away,
Run ye with eager footsteps vieing! Worship the Saviour born today.
Bethlehem! There in manger lying, find your Redeemer haste away.
