1. One winter's night I saw a sight,
A maid an Infant keep;
And ever she sung, and said among,
"Lullay, my Child, and sleep.
I may not sleep, but I may weep,
I am so woe begone;
For sleep I would, but I am cold,
And clothing have I none."
2. Me thought I heard the Child answered,
And to His mother said,
"My mother dear, what do I here
In crib where I am laid?
Lo, I was born and laid before
The cattle, ox, and ass;
My mother mild, I am thy Child
But God My Father was.
3. "Mankind was spilt by Adam's guilt,
That sin it grieved Me sore;
O man, for thee here I shall be
For thirty years and more.
A spear so sharp shall pierce My Heart
For deeds I never have done;
Father of grace, hid not Thy face,
Forsake Thou not Thy Son.
4. "No pity shall my soul befall,
But death shall course full sore;
First man! I wys, this death it is
For thee and many more."
Then let us sing to heaven's high King,
And praise His wondrous love,
Since, man to save, His Son He gave,
That we might reign above.
Sheet Music from Charles L. Hutchins
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