THE CHRIST CHILD--1919 

Once a little Baby slumbered 
In a manger and we hear 
How the shepherds came to worship 
And the shepherds then drew near. 

How the angels sang His glory, 
Songs of peace, good will to men 
And I like to think His mother 
Held Him close, so closely then.

Still we worship Him, Our Saviour, 
Gift of God, His Chosen One, 
And I find this thought to treasure, 
He was Mary's little Son.

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