Sleep My Child

In my child, my firstborn son, in thee the will of God was done, But by angels from afar, and worshiped by wise men, Who followed a star, thou to lie in a manger bed, With ox and sheep, to watch at thy head,

The sword of glory shall be by near you die To build for the righteous The wicked defy We'll travel through sun And storm to carry the message With which thou art born Some men will love thee and some mistrust, but thou will have mercy, thou will be just my child for the day.

To come, over and out to know the sun