In the Hallowed Manger

In the hal­lowed man­ger

Sleeps the Ho­ly Child;

Love and light shine from Him

Though the win­ter’s wild:

Earth-storms yet may ga­ther

Looming large and loud

Time has touched th’Eter­nal

Light is in the cloud.

Glory to God!

Hark

how the wel­kin rings

And night is wooed to mirth:

High min­strels ho­ver

On ador­ing wings

And breathe God’s peace

God’s peace

on earth.

At the hal­lowed man­ger

Bowed in faith be­fore

Love’s di­vin­est vi­sion

Simple swains adore:

Still true hearts dis­cov­er

That en­tranc­ing sight

Still the Babe of Beth­le­hem

Leads pure souls to light.

At the hal­lowed man­ger

In our Babe’s pure birth

Wistful hope is find­ing

Sanctity for earth:

For the light that red­dened

Once that mid­night sky

Flames where still that Child heart

Saves hu­man­ity.