While shepherds kept their watching o’er silent flocks by night,
Behold throughout the heavens there shone a holy light.
The shepherds feared and trembled when lo! above the earth
Rang out the angel chorus that hailed our Savior’s birth;

Go, tell it on the mountain over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born.

Down in a lowly manger our humble Christ was born;
And God sent us salvation His Son who would be torn.
He came giving forgiveness and showing He’s the way,
Healing all our sickness, and washing sin away.

Go, tell it on the mountain over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born.

When I was a seeker, I sought both night and day.
I sought the Lord to help me and He showed me the way.
So He made me a watchman upon the city wall
And if I am a Christian I am the least of all.

Go, tell it on the mountain over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born.

Go, tell it on the mountain over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born.

That Jesus Christ is born.
That Jesus Christ is born.

Words adapted from the spiritual first published by John Wesley Work, Jr.
Copyright © 2008 Scott Troyer.