1 Still, still, still, the baby lies asleep:
yet far away are herald voices
heaven sings and earth rejoices!
Still, still, still, the baby lies asleep.

2 Love, love, love, no greater love than his;
while 'Christ the Lord' the angels name him,
we with fervent hearts acclaim him.
Love, love, love, no greater love than his!

Paul Wigmore (born 1925)
© Paul Wigmore/Jubilate Hymns
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