O LORD, as You lay so soft and white, A Babe in a manger stall, With the big star flashing across the night, Did You know and pity us all? Did the wee hands, close as a rosebud curled, With the call of their mission ache, To be out and saving a weary world For your merciful Father’s sake? Did You hear the cries of the groping blind, The woe of the leper’s prayer, The surging sorrow of all mankind, As... Read more