The beautiful mother is bending low, where her baby lies.
Helpless and frail for her tending, but she knows the glorious eyes.
The mother smiles and rejoices, while baby laughs in the hay.
She listens to heavenly voices: The child shall be king one day.
All nations draw near to the manger low on this holy night.
Surely as shepherds and kings they come, to know the glorious sight.
0 see the angels before Him, who rule the earth with their might.
With Ioseph and Mary adore Him, in stillness behold the light.

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