The shepherds had an angel,
The wise men had a star,
But what have I, a little child,
To guide me home from far
Where glad stars sing together,
And singing angels are?
Lord Jesus is my guardian,
So I can nothing lack;
The lambs lie in His bosom
Along life’s dangerous track:
The willful lambs that go astray
He, bleeding, brings them back.
Those shepherds, through the lonely night,
Sat watching by their sheep,
Until they saw the heavenly host
Who neither tire nor sleep,
In festival they keep.
Christ watches me, His little lamb,
Cares for me day and night,
That I may be His own in Heaven:
So angels clad in white
Shall sing their
For my sake in the height.
Lord, bring me nearer day by day,
Till I my voice unite,
And sing my
With angels clad in white.
All glory, glory, giv’n to Thee,
Thro’ all the heav’nly height.