On Christmas Day (Cooke)

On Christ­mas day

far

far away

A lit­tle ba­by slum­b’ring lay;

Starlight was shed up­on His bed

And round His fair and low­ly head.

The an­gels sang

the blue sky rang

And all the earth looked bright and young;

’Twas God’s own Son

came down alone

To make our lit­tle souls His own.

Dear Lord above! Teach me Thy love

Make me Thy gen­tle

spot­less dove;

To find my nest with­in Thy breast

And there in peace and safe­ty rest.