“Darling, the story of Jesus Is the sweetest that I could tell; Always it fills me with wonder That He to our earth came to dwell. (The Story) Joseph, with Mary on donkey, Came to Bethlehem’s little town Hungry and dusty and weary, Entered stable and laid them down. Sweet was the smell of the fresh hay But sweeter the Babe she bore; Entered the shepherds with reverence, In humility knelt on the floor. One brought a lamb from the sheepfold, Sang of goodwill, and peace, so sweet. Told of the wondrous, glad tidings, That the Babe was the Saviour, the Lord; Mary with bright eyes, and sweet smile, Closer drew Him, whom she adored.” (Story is ended) Softly the child drew a deep sigh, Closed her eyes and was soon asleep; “ Father, I pray you now, bless her, May your Angels their vigil keep.” And placed it at Jesus’ feet; Told how the angels in chorus
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