1 The daylight is fading, the evening is near:
O Child in the manger, there's nothing to fear;
I'll stand by your cradle this holy night long,
I'll sing to you softly, so sleep to my song,
little Child,
little Child,
so sleep to my song!

2 The starlight is coming, the dawning of pain,
the anguish, the sorrow for souls to regain:
but angels bring joy to your Bethlehem night
no palace was lit by such heavenly light,
little Child,
little Child,
so sleep to my song!

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