The first Noel the angel did sayWas to certain poor shepards in fields as they lay:In fields where they lay a-keeping their sheepOn a cold winter's night that was so deepNoel, Noel, Noel, NoelBorn is the King of IsraelThey looked up and saw a starShining in the east, beyond them far:And to the earth it gave great lightAnd so it continued both day and nightNoel, Noel, Noel, NoelBorn is the King of IsraelAnd by the light of that same starThree wise men came from the country far;To seek for a King was their intentAnd to follow the star wherever it wentNoel, Noel, Noel, NoelBorn is the King of IsraelThis star drew nigh to the north-west;O'er Bethlehem it took its restAnd there it did both stop and stayRight over the place where Jesus layNoel, Noel, Noel, NoelBorn is the King of IsraelThen entered in those wise men threeFell reverently upon their kneeAnd offered there in his presenceTheir gold and myrrh and frankincenseNoel, Noel, Noel, NoelBorn is the kind of IsraelThen let us all with one accordSing praises to our heavenly LordThat hath made heaven and earth of noughtAnd with his blood mankind has boughtNoel, Noel, Noel, NoelBorn is the King of Israel
