Hợp âm Good King Wenceslas

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[Verse 1]
[D]Goo[A]d K[D]ing Wenceslaus looked out
[G]On the [A]feast of [D]Stephen
When the snow lay round about
[G]Deep and [A]crisp and [D]even
[A]Brightly shone the [F#]moon that [Bm]night
[G]Though the [A]frost was [D]cruel
When a [G]poor man [Bm]came in [A]sight
Gath[D]ering [A]winter [Bm]fuel
[G]Well, [D]hither, page, and stand by me,
[G]If thou [A]know'st its [D]telling.
Yonder peasant, who is he?
[G]Where and [A]what his [D]dwelling?
[A]Sir, he lives a [F#]goodly [Bm]kins,
[G]Under[A]neath the [D]mountain,
Right again[G]st the [Bm]forest's [A]fence,
[D]By St. [A]Agnes' [Bm]foun[G]tain.
[D]Sire, the night is darker now,
an[G]d the w[A]ind blows s[D]tronger.
There's my heart, I know not how,
[G]I can g[A]o no l[D]onger.
[A]Mark my footsteps, [F#]my good p[Bm]age,
[G]tread thou [A]in them [D]boldly.
Thou shalt [G]find the [Bm]winter's [A]rage,
[D]freeze thy [A]blood less [Bm]coldly.[G][D]
In His master's steps He trod,
[G]Where the [A]snow lay [D]tinted.
He was in the very spot
[G]Which the [A]saint had [D]printed.
[A]Therefore, Christian, [F#]then be [Bm]sure,
[G]Wealth or [A]rank pos[D]sessing,
We who [G]now will [Bm]bless the [A]poor,
[D]Shall [A]yourselves find [Bm]bless[G]ings.
[D]You