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CRADLE HYMN

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His head.

The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay-- The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes.

I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky, And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.

--_Martin Luther_.

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Music for ”Cradle Hymn”.

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CRADLE HYMN

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber; Holy angels guard thy bed; Heav'nly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.

Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.

How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of G.o.d could be, When from heaven he descended, And became a child like thee.

Soft and easy is thy cradle; Coa.r.s.e and hard thy Saviour lay, When his birthplace was a stable, And his softest bed was hay.

--_Isaac Watts_.

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CHORUS

We see Him come, and know Him ours, Who, with His suns.h.i.+ne and His showers, Turns all the patient ground to flowers.

The Darling of the world is come, And fit it is we find a room To welcome Him. The n.o.bler part Of all the house here, is the heart,

Which we will give Him; and bequeath This holly, and this ivy wreath, To do Him honor, who's our King, And Lord of all this reveling.

--_Robert Herrick_.

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THE ADORATION OF THE CHILDREN Gherado delle Notte

”O come, all ye faithful, joyfully triumphant, To Bethlehem hasten now with glad accord, Lo! in a manger lies the King of angels; O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord”

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