Where does the lion, Judah's golden lion walk? Stealthy under star by winter night his soft paws stalk. Out on lonely hills a cold wind howls and darkness scowls; Shepherds shiver – danger in the dark! – some wild beast prowls. Suddenly up springs a light; a voice rings like a bell: \"Joy, O men of Judah! Come and see! Noel! Noel!\" Where lies Judah's longed-for lion? \"Come and see the sight! Fear not – your golden one is couched among the lambs tonight.\"