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The little Jesus came to town; The wind blew up, the wind blew down; Out in the street the wind was bold; Now who would house Him from the cold? Then opened wide a stable door, Fair were the rushes on the floor; The Ox put forth a hornèd head; "Come, little Lord, here make Thy bed." Uprose the Sheep were folded near: "Thou Lamb of God, come, enter here." He entered there to rush and reed, Who was the Lamb of God indeed. The little Jesus came to town; With ox and sheep He laid Him down; Peace to the byre, peace to the fold, For that they housed Him from the cold! |