"Good King Wenceslaus" lyrics

Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even
Brightly shown the moon that night, though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel

Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know 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 the 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 my good page, tread thou in them boldly:
Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly

In his master's step he trod, where the snow lay dented
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