VocalEssence Chorus

No sad thought his soul affright;
Sleep it is that maketh night;
Let no murmur nor rude wind
To his slumbers prove unkind.
But a quire of angels make
His dreams of heaven, and let him wake
To as many joys as can
In this world befall a man.
Promise fills the sky with light,
Stars and angels dance in flight;
Joy of heaven shall now unbind
Chains of evil from humankind.
Love and joy their power shall break,
And for a new born prince’s sake;
Never since the world began
Such a light such dark did span.
—Verse 1, anonymous; Verse 2, Ursula Wood