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.