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
portrait
Sabine Baring-Gould (1834–1924)
© National Portrait Gallery

Sa­bine Bar­ing-Gould, in Car­ols for Use in Church (Lon­don: Will­iam Clowes & Sons, 1894), num­ber 103.

Arranged by R. F. Smith from Ri­chard R. Chope (🔊 pdf nwc).

illustration
Dorfkrippe
Baumkirchen, Austria

Sleep, my Savior, sleep,
On Thy bed of hay,
Angels in the spangled heaven
Sing their gladsome Christmas carols
Till the dawn of day.

Sleep, my Savior, sleep
On Thy bed of hay,
Ere the mourning angel cometh
To the moonlit olive garden
Wiping tears away.

Sleep, my Savior, sleep
Sweet on Mary’s breast,
Now the shepherds kneel adoring,
Now the mother’s heart is joyous,
Take a happy rest.

Sleep, my Savior, sleep
Sweet on Mary’s breast.
Crucified, with wounds and bruises,
Bleeding, purple, stained, disfigured,
One day Thou wilt rest.