Classic Poem

Sleep, my little Jesus,
On thy bed of hay,
While the shepherds homeward
Journey on their way!
Mother is thy shepherd
And will vigil keep:
O, did the angels wake thee?
Sleep, my Jesus, sleep!

Sleep, my little Jesus,
While thou art my own!
Ox and ass thy neighbors,—
Shalt thou have a throne?
Will they call me blessed?
Shall I stand and weep?
O, be it far, Jehovah!
Sleep, my Jesus, sleep!

Sleep, my little Jesus,
Wonder-baby mine!
Well the singing angels
Greet thee as divine.
Through my heart, as heaven,
Low the echoes sweep
Of Glory to Jehovah!
Sleep, my Jesus, sleep!