A child, a babe, was born for me
By lowly virgin's "yes"
To conquer death and calm the seas
But now, sweet babe, do rest.
True God, I know, but yet still man
I beg Thee, child, rest!
Do not dwell on mighty plans.
Be welcomed here as guest.
My Lord, my God, with awe so great
I look on Thee so low.
Lying there You saw Thy fate
Thy future pains did know.
Before He starts His earthly test
St. Joseph, I ask of thee:
Press Him to thy kindly breast
And kiss Him once for me.
I offer all my sufferings,
And all my earthly best
Up for Thee, most blessed Child,
To give Thee moments rest.
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