[G]Good King Wences[Em]las looked out
[C]On the feast of [G]Stephen
When the snow lay [Em]round about
[C]Deep and crisp and [G]even
Brightly shown the [Em]moon that night
[C]Though the frost was [G]cruel
When a poor man [Em]came in sight
[C]Gathering winter [D]fu-[D7]u-[G]el.

[G]"Hither, page, and [Em]stand by me,
[C]If thou know'st it, [G]telling,
Yonder peasant, [Em]who is he?
[C]Where and what his [G]dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a [Em]good league hence,
[C]Underneath the [G]mountain;
Right against the [Em]forest fence,
[C]By Saint Agnes' [D]fo-[D7]un-[G]tain."

[G]"Bring me flesh, and [Em]bring me wine,
[C]Bring me pine logs [G]hither:
Thou and I will [Em]see him dine,
[C]When we bear them [G]thither."
Page and monarch, [Em]forth they went,
[C]Forth they went to[G]gether;
Thro' the rude wind's [Em]wild lament
[C]And the bitter [D]we-[D7]a-[G]ther.

[G]"Sire, the night is [Em]darker now,
[C]And the wind blows [G]stronger;
Fails my heart, I [Em]know not how,
[C]I can go no [G]longer."
Mark my footsteps, [Em]good my page;
[C]Tread thou in them [G]boldly:
Thou shalt find the [Em]winter's rage
[C]Freeze thy blood less [D]co-[D7]old-[G]ly."

[G]In his master's [Em]steps he trod,
[C]Where the snow lay [G]dinted;
Heat was in the [Em]very sod
[C]Which the saint had [G]printed.
Therefore, Christian [Em]men, be sure,
[C]Wealth or rank pos[G]sessing,
Ye who now will [Em]bless the poor,
[C]Shall yourselves find [D]ble-[D7]ess-[G]ing.