The Little Christ Asleep

Within a man­ger peace­ful lies

The lit­tle Christ asleep

While o’er Him mo­ther Ma­ry bends

Her faith­ful watch to keep.

Lullaby

lul­la­by

Angels are sing­ing up in the sky;

Lullaby

lul­la­by

Glory to God most high!

The shep­herds kneel around His bed

And gaze with won­d’ring eyes

Upon the Babe of Beth­le­hem

The Lord of earth and skies.

We can­not see His bless­èd face

As wise men did of old

But we can give to Him our love

More pre­cious far than gold.