Saturday, April 3, 2010

Mission Accomplished!

Sleep, holy Babe,
Upon Thy mother's breast.
Great Lord of earth
And sea and sky,
How sweet it is
To see Thee lie
In such a place of rest.

Sleep, holy Babe.
Thine angels watch around,
All bended low
With folded wings
Before the incarnate
King of Kings
In reverent awe profound.

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