Telling wonders from the sky!
There they sought Him, there they found Him,
With His Virgin Mother by.
See the lovely Babe a-dressing;
Lovely Infant, how He smiled!
When He wept, the Mother’s blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy Child.
Lo, He slumbers in His manger,
Where the hornèd oxen fed;
Peace, my darling, here’s no danger;