Friendship's the privilege of private men; for wretched greatness knows no blessing so substantial. |
The sweet remembrance of the just shall flourish when he sleeps in dust. |
While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The Angel of the Lord came down, And Glory shone around |
While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The Angel of the Lord came down, And Glory shone around |