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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

Though the frost was cruel

When a poor man came in sight

Gathering winter fuel

Bring me flesh and bring me wine

Bring me fur logs hither

Thou and i will see him dine

Here we bear him thither

Page and monarch forth they went

Forth they went together

Through the rude wind's wild lament

And the bitter weather

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

Ye who now will bless the poor

Shall yourselves find blessing

Good King Wenceslas - Mormon Tabernacle Choir