Song 12 in The Christmas Songbook
Good King Wenceslas
Also known as: Tempus adest floridum
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For The Christmas Songbook (piano edition).
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All the words
Good King Wenceslas look'd out,
On the Feast of Stephen;
When the snow lay round about,
Deep, and crisp, and even:
Brightly shone the moon that night,
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gath'ring 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,
Forth they went 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 was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
Wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor,
Shall yourselves find blessing.
About this song
- Music
- Melody from Piae Cantiones (1582), TEMPUS ADEST FLORIDUM; harmony Thomas Helmore (1811–1890)
- Words
- John Mason Neale (1818–1866)
- First published
- Tune 1582 (Piae Cantiones, Greifswald); words 1853 (Neale & Helmore, Carols for Christmas-tide)
- Copyright
- Public domain in the US, UK and EU. The arrangement and recordings belong to the book.