Your royal
Is made of
In a cattle-shed.
Sleep,
King Jesus,
Do not fear,
Joseph is
And waiting near.
Warm in the wintry
You lie,
The ox and the
Standing by,
With summer
They seem to say:
Welcome,
Jesus,
On Christmas Day!
Sleep,
King Jesus:
Your diamond
High in the
Where the stars look dawn.
Let your
Of love begin,
That all the
May enter in.
