NCP 87
Unto us a boy is born!
King of all creation.
Came he to a world forlorn,
The Lord of ev’ry nation.
Cradled in a stall was he
With sleepy cows and asses;
But the very beasts could see
That he all men surpasses.
Herod then with fear was filled;
A prince,’ he said, In Jewry!’
All the little boys he killed
At Bethl’em in his fury.
Now may Mary’s son, who came
So long ago to love us,
Lead us all with hearts aflame
Unto the joys above us.