In the midnight chill,
Came a spotless lambkin
From the heavenly hill.
Snow was on the mountains,
And the wind was cold.
When from God's own garden
Dropped a rose of gold.
When it was bitter winter,
Houseless and forlorn
In a star-lit stable
Christ the Babe was born.
Welcome, heavenly lambkin.
Welcome, golden rose.
Alleluia, Baby,
In the swaddling clothes!
[William Canton]
Luke 2:12 ... And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. ❤
