On the hay, in the bulls' trough
Sleeps an innocent Child.
The path of a flock of angels
Soon leads to Him
To marvel at the greatest Love.
In the hems of the beloved mother
Sleeps the Son of God.
The path of a flock of angels
Soon leads to Him
To marvel at the greatest Love.
In the midst of lilies and roses
Sleeps the Lord of people.
The path of a flock of angels
Soon leads to Him
To marvel at the greatest Love.
At the cross beside a robber
Sleeps the purest Victim.
The path of a flock of angels
Soon leads to Him
To marvel at the greatest Love.