Good King Wenceslas (Hidden Tr - Relient K

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Thoese the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath ring winter fuel
Hither page and stand by me
If you know'st 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 food and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
You 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 blow stronger
Fails my heart I know not how
I can go no longer
Mark my footsteps my good page
Tread now in them boldly
You shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze your 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
You who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing