Go tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere. Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born.
While shepherds kept their watching over silent flocks by night that
behold throughout the heavens there shone God's Holy light.
Go tell it to your mountain, over your hills and everywhere. Go, tell it to your mountain that Jesus Christ is born.
The shepherds feared and trembled when lo, above the earth there rang out the angel's chorus that hailed the Savior's birth.
Go tell it to your suffering, over your aches and every pain. Go, tell it to your suffering that Jesus Christ is born.
Down in a lowly manger our humble Christ was born and God sent us salvation that blessed Christmas morning.
Go tell it to your struggles, over your troubles and every trial. Go, tell it to your struggles that Jesus Christ is born.
When I am a seeker, I seek both night and day; I seek the Lord to help me, and He shows me the way:
So that I can go tell it to my sorrow, over my sadness and every distress. Go, tell it to my sorrow that Jesus Christ is born
He made me a watchman upon the city wall and if I am a Christian, I am the least of all.
Forever I will go and tell my ailing spirit, over my heart and all my soul. I will go and tell my ailing spirit that Jesus Christ, the Savior, is born.
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