Scripture Verse

She brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped Him in swaddling clothes, and laid Him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7


Words & Mu­sic: Tra­di­tion­al (re­frain re­peats first four lines) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Virgin in Adoration
Before Christ Child
Peter Paul Rubens


Dear little One! how sweet Thou art,
Thine eyes so bright they shine,
So bright they almost seem to speak
When Mary’s looks meet Thine.
How faint and feeble is Thy cry,
Like plaint of harmless dove,
When Thou dost murmur in Thy sleep
Of sorrow and of love.

When Mary bids Thee sleep Thou sleep’st,
Thou wakest when she calls;
Thou art content upon her lap,
Or in the rugged stalls.
Simplest of Babes! with what a grace,
Thou dost Thy mother’s will,
Thine infant fashions all betray
The Godhead’s hidden skill.

When Joseph takes Thee in his arms,
And smoothes Thy little cheek,
Thou lookest up into his face
So helpless and so meek.
Yes! Thou art what Thou seem’st to be,
A thing of smiles and tears;
Yet Thou art God, and Heav’n and earth
Adore Thee with their fears.

Yes! dearest Babe! those tiny hands,
That play with Mary’s hair,
The weight of all the mighty world
This very moment bear.
Art Thou, weak Babe, my very God?
O I must love Thee then,
Love Thee, and yearn to spread Thy love
Among forgetful men.