In Bethlehem, within a stable lowly, The Virgin Mother sings her lullaby, While in the stalls the ox and ass are nodding, And angel voices sing Noel on high. And in the manger, cradled, loved, protected, The holy infant closes sleepy eyes. The shepherds come, with sheep and lambs to offer, Led by the angels' song of holy birth. The Wise Men's gifts of gold and myrrh and incense Proclaim to all his royalty and worth. But he, that child, has brought gifts far more precious: Joy and good will and perfect peace on earth.