She wrapped Him in cloths and placed Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.@Luke 2:7
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Adoration of the Shepherds
Gerard van Honthorst (1590–1656)

S. J., in The Free­man’s Jour­nal (Syd­ney, Aus­tral­ia: March 27, 1858), page 4. Source was gi­ven as the Week­ly Re­gis­ter.

Saint Cross Frank Lam­bert, in Ar­un­del Hymns, ed­it­ed by Hen­ry Fitz­al­an-How­ard & Charles T. Gat­ty, 1902, num­ber 41 (🔊 pdf nwc).

There in the narrow manger, cold and bleak
My Lord, Thou art;
And there within those hands, so soft and weak,
I lay my heart.
Beneath those tiny feet I bow my head,
O blessèd Child.
And kiss the straw that forms Thy chilly bed
In winter wild.

Show me thy wondrous Babe, O mother-maid,
Foretold of yore;
The treasure on thy virgin bosom laid
Let me adore.
That small hand place upon my prostrate brow,
O mother dear;
For crouching in His infant presence
I quake with fear.

A sinner kneeling at an infant’s cot,
I call on Thee;
A sinner at the cross, forget me not,
But plead for me.
And thus in faith assured I leave my heart,
Blest Child, with Thee;
A worthless gift with which Thou wilt not part
Eternally.