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NOEL
See, the lovely Babe asleep
On His Mother's milky breast:
Ah! how tenderly caressed!
On His Mother's milky breast:
Ah! how tenderly caressed!
Let us kneel, and vigil keep
At this quiet cradle-side:
Mother! may we here abide?
At this quiet cradle-side:
Mother! may we here abide?
Verily, we've naught to bring
For an off'ring at His feet,
Neither gold, nor incense sweet:
For an off'ring at His feet,
Neither gold, nor incense sweet:
Nor a voice, wherewith to sing
Lullaby to His repose,
'Mid the winter storm and snows.
Lullaby to His repose,
'Mid the winter storm and snows.
Only let us kneel, and pray
Quietly, sweet Mother, here,
Till the darkness disappear:
Quietly, sweet Mother, here,
Till the darkness disappear:
Till the Blessed One at day
Waken; till He hear us cry,
Jesu, nobis subveni!
Waken; till He hear us cry,
Jesu, nobis subveni!
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