Scripture Verse

You shall find the Babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. Luke 2:12


Rose T. Cooke (1827–1892)

Words: Rose T. Cooke, in Roy­al Gems, ed­it­ed by James Mur­ray (Cleve­land, Ohio & Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: S. Brain­ard’s Sons, 1880), page 133, alt. Some hym­nals give the ly­ri­cist as Rose Ter­ry, her maid­en name.

Music: Langue­doc James R. Mur­ray, 1880 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

  • Béziers John B. Her­bert, in Pri­ma­ry School Ca­rols (Co­lum­bus, Ohio: Lu­ther­an Book Con­cern, 1914, num­ber 14 (🔊 pdf nwc)
James R. Murray (1841–1905)


On Christ­mas day, far, far away,
A lit­tle ba­by slumb’ring lay;
Starlight was shed up­on His bed,
And round His fair and low­ly head.

The an­gels sang, the blue sky rang,
And all the earth looked bright and young;
’Twas God’s own Son, came down alone
To make our lit­tle souls His own.

Dear Lord above! Teach me Thy love,
Make me Thy gen­tle, spot­less dove;
To find my nest with­in Thy breast,
And there in peace and safe­ty rest.