  The little Jesus came to town; The wind blew up, the wind blew down; Out in the street the wind was bold. Now who would house Him from the cold? Then opened wide a stable door Fain were the rushes on the floor; The Ox put forth a horned head: “Come, little Lord, here make Thy bed.” Uprose the Sheep were folded near: “Thou Lamb of God, come, enter here.” He entered there to rush and reed, Who was the Lamb of God indeed. The little Jesus came to town; With ox and sheep He laid Him down. Peace to the byre, peace to the fold, For that they housed Him from the cold. Included by permission of Thomas B. Mosher. |
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