Cradled In A Manger, MeanlyLaid the Son of Man His head;Sleeping His first earthly slumberWhere the oxen had been fed.Happy were those shepherds listeningTo the holy angel’s word;Happy they within that stableWorshipping their infant Lord.Happy all who hear the messageOf His coming from above;Happier still who hail His coming,And with praises greet His love.Blessed Savior, Christ most holy,In a manger Thou didst rest;Canst Thou stoop again, yet lower,And abide within my breast?Evil things are there before Thee;In the heart, where they have fed,Wilt Thou pitifully enter,Son of Man, and lay Thy head?Enter, then, O Christ most holy;Make a Christmas in my heart;Make a heaven of my manger:It is heaven where Thou art.And to those who never listenedTo the message of Thy birth,Who have winter, but no ChristmasBringing them Thy peace on earth,Send to these the joyful tidings;By all people, in each home,Be there heard the Christmas anthem;Praise to God, the Christ has come!