Poems (Vadlan)/Christ-Child
CHRIST-CHILD
The dear, little Christ-Child so sweetly slept,On His bed of new-mown hay;The shepherds on a thousand hillsWere watching for the day.
The day when the King would be restored,The day when the Lord should come;When suddenly above them,The angel's song was sung.
They looked in wrapt amazement,As the chorus thrilled them thro',And followed with a hastening stepThe path where the star them drew.
Till they came to the cradle so humble,To the Bake so mild and sweet:And with loving hearts of homageThey fell at the Christ-Child's feet.