Memory for Tuesday, December 9th
Sleep, sleep, sleep, he lies in slumber deep.
While angel hosts from heav’n come winging,
Sweetest songs of joy are singing.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, he lies in slumber deep.
Still, still, still, he sleeps this night so chill!
The virgin’s tender arms enfolding,
Warm and safe the Child are holding.
Still, still, still, he sleeps this night so chill!
Memory for Thursday, December 11th
Quiet, quiet town, Bethlehem sleeps well.
No one is around; none could ever tell
Just a baby’s cry from a distant cattle stall.
No one dares come nigh (dares come nigh) quiet, quiet town.
Lovely, lovely girl, by the Father blest.
God’s own Priceless Pearl held against her breast
Guarding every word deep within her humble heart.
Every whimper heard (whimper heard) lovely, lovely girl.
