The Infant King

VI - St Luke ii

  1. Thy starlit throne a manger bed
    One star alone a heavenly thread:
    Angelic praise soft cattle lowing
    Their quiet ways the prophets bowing. 
  2. Eternal might an infant's sleep,
    The darkest night nearest to deep,
    Yahweh's disdain a baby crying
    His mother's pain a saviour dying.
  3. The crowded inn an empty cave
    Adam's first sin a vanquished grave:
    The weak whose cries hailed His descending
    Shall with Him rise, world without ending.