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
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).

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.