Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 5)

O Jesus!

Silent save a baby's cry;
Dark save one star in the sky;
Cold save swaddling bands and straw;
Outcast with the weak and poor:
O Jesus.

Loud the herald's joyful cry;
Bright the angels in the sky;
Warm the lamb laid at his cheek;
Honoured by the poor and weak:
O Jesus.

Loud the curses in the dark;
Blood soaked wood without a spark;
Cold the words above his head;
Outcast, lonely, he is dead:
O Jesus!

Silent save the echoing tomb;
Dark save angels in the gloom;
Cold save feet they kissed and caught
Risen for us whose death we wrought:
O Jesus.