Good King Wenceslas

Words by John M. Neale
Music from Piae Cantiones

Additional Lyrics

 

4. “Sire, the night is darker now,
And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer.”
“Mark my footsteps, my good page,
Tread thou in them boldly;
Thou shalt find the winter’s rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.”

 

5. In his master’s steps he trod,
Where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod
Which the saint has printed.
Therefore, Christmas men, be sure,
Wealth or rank possessing;
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing.