CHRIST-CHILD
The dear, little Christ-Child so sweetly slept,
On His bed of new-mown hay;
The shepherds on a thousand hills
Were watching for the day.
On His bed of new-mown hay;
The shepherds on a thousand hills
Were watching for the day.
The day when the King would be restored,
The day when the Lord should come;
When suddenly above them,
The angel's song was sung.
The day when the Lord should come;
When suddenly above them,
The angel's song was sung.
They looked in wrapt amazement,
As the chorus thrilled them thro',
And followed with a hastening step
The path where the star them drew.
As the chorus thrilled them thro',
And followed with a hastening step
The path where the star them drew.
Till they came to the cradle so humble,
To the Bake so mild and sweet:
And with loving hearts of homage
They fell at the Christ-Child's feet.
To the Bake so mild and sweet:
And with loving hearts of homage
They fell at the Christ-Child's feet.