"Et Verbum caro factum est,"
He lingers till he hears;
Then turning to the Virgin's shrine,
In glory disappears.
So round the altar, children dear,
Press gladly in God's name,
For once to serve at Holy Mass
The infant Jesus came.
30. Hymn to the Infant Jesus asleep in the arms of Mary.
Sleep, Jesus, sleep,
Upon thy Mother's breast;
Great Lord of earth and sea and sky,
How sweet it is to see thee lie
In such a place of rest!
Sleep, Jesus, sleep;
While I with Mary gaze
In joy upon that face awhile,
Upon the loving infant smile
Which there divinely plays.
Sleep, Jesus, sleep;
Oh, take thy brief repose;
Too quickly will thy slumbers break,
And thou to lengthen'd pains awake,
Which death alone shall close.
Then must those hands
