Above the fields, the dewy fields of Bethlehem

1 Above the fields, the dewy fields of Bethlehem,
the song of angels echo in the sky.
Poor shepherds hear the joyful midnight anthem
'Give glory to the Lord of heaven most high.'
A child is born! A child who is the Saviour!
wrapped warm in cloth and in a manger laid.
This is the hope of Israel and the nations!
Rise up, rejoice, take heart, and do not be afraid.

2 Above the streets, the dismal streets of Bethlehem,
the tears of angels rain down from the sky.
Blast-bombs of terror burst around Jerusalem
and tanks destroy both homes and hearts nearby.
What madness this ? Is this the faith of Abraham ?
Shall not his children learn to live in peace ?
Is there no hope for Israel and the nations ?
Pray God that wars henceforth in all the world may cease.

3 Above the fields, the dewy fields of Bethlehem,
the song of angels echo in the sky.
Poor shepherds hear the joyful midnight anthem
'Give glory to the Lord of heaven most high.'
A child is born! A child who is the Saviour!
wrapped warm in cloth and in a manger laid.
This is the hope of Israel and the nations!
Rise up, rejoice, take heart, and do not be afraid.

David Mowbray b. 1938
© David Mowbray /Jubilate Hymns

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