Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas ( Good King Wenceslas ) is an English Christmas carol. It is about the holy King Wenzel of Bohemia ( 928-935 ) and his compassion for a poor, firewood collecting farmers at the Memorial of St. Stephen. Its lyrics were written by J. M. Neale. It is based on an older song.

The song culminates in the verse: Ye who now will bless the poor Shall yourselves find blessing ( "Give also your neighbor it, is you God's blessing " ). Apart from the motive of compassion, it has little to do with the Christmas story.

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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 did night, though the frost what cruel, When a poor man came in sight, gathering 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 flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither, Thou and I will see him dine, When we bear them thither. " Page and monarch, forth They went, They went forth together, Through the rude wind 's wild lament and the bitter weather.

" 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, good my page, tread thou in them boldly, Thou shalt find the winter 's rage freeze thy blood less coldly. "

In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted; Heat what in the very sod Which the saint had printed. THEREFORE, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank posse sing, Ye who now will bless the poor Shall yourselves find blessing.

Good King Wenceslaus looked at Stephan festivals, Snow lay deep and hard around the house, white war'n shrub and tree branches. Shiny light of the moon in the frosty night seemed icy, came a poor man in sight, gathering wood and kindling.

"Come, my squire, towards me, hear what I ask you, those peasant know where he lives, what he creates in the day? " " Sire, he lives many miles away at St. Agnes source below the mountains there in the forest threshold. "

"Bring only meat and wine for him, pine wood, in blocks, Food will wear him out, see how it is going to taste him! " Knapp ' and King went away, wild sounds storm actions help one there other winter wear injustice.

"Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows more severe, noticeable ' my heart more and more, can not go any longer. " " Kick in my footsteps one, good squire, successful ' me. Winters punishment will be lighter, warmer is the blood you. "

He will follow his master. Look, are warm tracks! Heat cried the holy awake on snowy hallways! Therefore, Christians, believe me, God has given you, give also your neighbor it, you will God bless!