The Lord of the Forest and his Vassals An Allegory [by C. F. Humphreys] |
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[In the name of the Child Jesus]
In the name of the Child Jesus,
Who was once a babe like thee,
Thus I rock thy cradle, baby,
Thus I rock it tenderly.
Who was once a babe like thee,
Thus I rock thy cradle, baby,
Thus I rock it tenderly.
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Sleep, poor little lamb, forsaken,
He hath shared thy poverty;
He was desolate, unaided,
And we tend Him, tending thee.
He hath shared thy poverty;
He was desolate, unaided,
And we tend Him, tending thee.
Sleep, child, sleep; He said, ‘Who giveth
To my least one, gives to Me:’
All around thy lowly cradle
Broodeth the great mystery.
To my least one, gives to Me:’
All around thy lowly cradle
Broodeth the great mystery.
And not one poor cup of water
Shall of Him unguerdoned be:
Sweetly slumber, Christian baby,
While I rock thee tenderly.
Shall of Him unguerdoned be:
Sweetly slumber, Christian baby,
While I rock thee tenderly.
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