The Weeping Babe

She kneels by the cradle Where Jesus doth lie;

Singing,

Lullaby, my Baby!

But why dost Thou cry?

The babes of the village Smile sweetly in sleep;

And lullaby, my Baby,

That ever dost weep!

I've wrapped Thee in linen,

The gift of the Kings;

And wool, soft and fleecy,

The kind Shepherd brings.

Now smile, little Jesus,

Whom naught can defile;

All gifts will I give Thee An thou wilt but smile.

But it's lullaby, my Baby!

And mournful am I,

Thou cherished little Jesus,

That still Thou wilt cry.