Baby Boy Carol

Child Jesus was the Baby BoyLow in a manger laid,While holy Angels waiting roundHis tender limbs arrayed.No broidered robes or silken laceEnwrapped this Baby Boy,But clad in His pure InnocenceHe lay, His Mother’s joy.

Child Jesus in the garden playedClose by His Mother’s arm;And watching Angels hovered roundTo shield Him from all harm.No gilded toys this Baby had–No jewels bright and fair;The little flowerets in the grassHis only playthings were.

Child Jesus learned His daily task,His simple childish prayer;The Angels knelt beside Him, whileHe asked His Father’s care.No pictures had this Baby Boy,No books to make Him wise,He learned of Love and CharityFrom His sweet Mother’s eyes.

Child Jesus sang Himself to sleepLow laid upon the ground,While Angels brought Him heavenly dreamsAnd kept their watch around.Oh may such dreams be ours again,Nor leave us when we rise,To brighten all the lingering yearsWith memories of the skies.