Good King Wenceslas-David Hill/The Choir Of Westminster Cathedral/The Cantorum Choir/The Alexander Choir

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 Gath'ring winter fuel "Hither, page, and stand by me If thou know'st 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 bread and bring me wine Bring me pine logs hither Thou and I will see him dine When we bear him thither." Page and monarch forth they went Forth they went together Through the rude wind's wild lament And the bitter weather In his master's steps he trod Where the snow lay dinted Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed Therefore, every men, be sure Wealth or rank possessing Ye who now will bless the poor Shall yourselves find blessing 4M: D