Come to the Manger (Morton)

Come to the man­ger

fol­low the star

Leading the wise men on from afar.

Gifts they are bring­ing

cost­ly and fine;

Seeking the Christ Child

the Light di­vine.

Swing low

swing low

star in the sky

Guarding the Christ Child

watch­ing on high;

Swing low

swing low

star in the sky

Guarding the Christ Child

watch­ing on high.

Low lies His cra­dle; shep­herds draw near

Kneeling in won­der

voic­es they hear.

Angelic sing­ing fills all the air;

Joy Thou art bring­ing

O Child most fair.

Sleep

lit­tle Christ Child

Love watch­es near;

We guard Thy slum­ber

we hold Thee dear.

Led by the star of Thy life to the light

We sing Thy wel­come

Christ Child

to­night.