A Star

Jesus, our Brother, strong and good Was humbly born in a stable rude And the friendly beasts around him stood Jesus, our Brother, strong and good I, said the donkey, shaggy and brown I carried his mother uphill and down I carried his mother to Bethle

Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Gloria! In Excelsis Deo! Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire you