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<h2>GOOD KING WENCESLAS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“When you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, and you will be blessed.” Luke 14:13-14</h3></p>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_neale_jm.jpg" align="right" alt="John Mason Neale (1818-1866)" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="141.333333333333" height="201.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_neale_jm.html" target="_blank">John Mason Neale</a> (1818-1866); first appeared in <em>Car</em><em>ols for Christ</em><em>mas-Tide</em>, 1853, by Neale and <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_e_helmore_t.html" target="_blank">Thomas Helmore</a>. Neale may have written the hymn some time earlier: he related the story on which it is based
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in <em>Deeds of Faith</em> (1849). The historical Wenceslas was Duke of Bohemia.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Tempus Adest Floridum” (Spring has unwrapped her flowers), a 13th Century spring carol; first published in the Swedish <em>Piae Cantiones</em>, 1582 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_t_e_tempusaf.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen,<br>
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When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.<br>
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Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,<br>
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When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.</p>
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<p>“Hither, page, and stand by me, if you know it, telling,<br>
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Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?”<br>
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“Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,<br>
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Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes’ fountain.”</p>
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<p>“Bring me food and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither,<br>
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You and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither.”<br>
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Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together,<br>
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Through the cold wind’s wild lament and the bitter weather.</p>
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<p>“Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger,<br>
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Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer.”<br>
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“Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread now in them boldly,<br>
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You shall find the winter’s rage freeze your blood less coldly.”</p>
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<p>In his master’s steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;<br>
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Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed.<br>
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Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,<br>
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You who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing.</p>
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