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The gentle cows breathed fragrant breath
   To keep Babe Jesus warm,
While loud and clear, o'er hill and dale,
   The cocks crowed, "Christ is born!"
Out in the fields, beneath the stars,
   The young lambs sleeping lay,
And dreamed that in the manger slept
   Another white as they.

These were Thy neighbors, Christmas Child;

   To Thee their love was given,
For in Thy baby face there shone
   The wonder-light of Heaven.



Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber;
   Holy angels guard thy bed;
Heavenly blessings without number
   Gently falling on thy head.

Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment,
   House and home, thy friends provide;
All without thy care, or payment,
   All thy wants are well supplied.

How much better thou'rt attended
   Than the Son of God could be.
When from heaven He descended,
   And became a child like thee!