1.Good King Wen-ces-las looked out On the feast of Ste-phen, When the snow lay 'round a bout, Deep and crisp and e-ven. Bright-ly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cru-el. When a poor man came in sight, Gath-'ring win-ter fu--el 2."Hi-ther page, and stand by me, If thou know'st it, tel-ling, Yon-der peas-ent, who is he? Where and what his dwel-ling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence, Un-der-neath the moun-tain; Right a-gainst the fo-rest fence, By Saint Ag-nes' foun--tain." 3."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 mon-arch forth they went, Forth they went to-geth-er; Through the rude winds wild lam-ent: And the bitter weath--er 4."Sire, the night is dar-ker now, And the wind blows stron-ger; Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no lon-ger." "Mark my foot-steps, my good page, Tread though in them bold-ly: Thou shalt find the win-ter's rage Freeze they blood less cold--ly." In his mas-ter's steps he trod, Where the snow lay dint-ed. Heat was in the ver-y sod, Which the saint had print-ed. There-fore, Christ-ian men, be sure, Wealth or rank poss-ess-ing, Ye who now will bless the poor, Shall your-selves find bless--ing.