Cradle in the Hay


Christ lay on the hay

Soft manger to stay

And heralds they play

Of our Savior one day.


Sleeping, Sleeping, newborn King

Anthems grand the angels sing

Glory, glory, triumphant ring

Peace, peace Jesus our Holy King.


The cheery bells ring

The angels will sing

Such a tiny Thing

Salvation will bring.


The Lamb so tender

Was ready to render

His life for the spender

Then someday will be splendor.


Then He was born

He was long forlorn

With a crown of thorns

And a handful of corn.