The First Noel

The first Noel the an­gel did say
Was to cer­tain poor shep­herds
In fields as they lay
In fields where they lay tend­ing their sheep
On a cold win­ter's night that was so deep

Noel, No­el, No­el, No­el
Born is the King of Is­ra­el

And by the light of that glorious star
Three wise men came calling
From coun­tries so far
To seek for a king was their truest in­tent
And to fol­low the star wher­ev­er it went

Noel, No­el, No­el, No­el
Born is the King of Is­ra­el

Then lеt us all with one ac­cord
Sing prais­es to our hea­vеn­ly Lord
That hath made Hea­ven
And earth of naught
And with His blood man­kind hath bought

Noel, No­el, No­el, No­el
Born is the King of Is­ra­el

Noel, No­el, No­el, No­el
Born is the King of Is­ra­el
Born is the King of Is­ra­el