Your royal bed Is made of hay In a cattle-shed. Sleep, King Jesus, Do not fear, Joseph is watching And waiting near. Warm in the wintry air You lie, The ox and the donkey Standing by, With summer eyes They seem to say: Welcome, Jesus, On Christmas Day! Sleep, King Jesus: Your diamond crown High in the sky Where the stars look dawn. Let your reign Of love begin, That all the world May enter in.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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