Scripture Verse

She brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped Him in swaddling clothes, and laid Him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7


Isaac H. Meredith

Words: Ada T. Dawes, 1903. Ap­peared in Child­ren’s Praise No. 1, ed­it­ed by Is­aac Me­re­dith & Grant C. Tul­lar (New York: Tul­lar-Me­re­dith, 1905), num­ber 57.

Music: Is­aac H. Me­re­dith (🔊 pdf nwc). Some hym­nals show the com­pos­er as Charles C. Ack­ley, one of Me­re­dith’s pseu­do­nyms.

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Dawes (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


Once a mother sweet and mild
Watched a little sleeping child,
Cradled in a bed of hay,
Long ago on Christmas day.


Carol, children, carol!
Carol sweet and low!
The Christ Child dear
For us came here,
On Christmas long ago.

Opening His wondering eyes
Under starry Syrian skies,
Smiled this Baby as He lay,
Long ago on Christmas day.


Love divine shone in His face,
Brightening all the humble place,
That rude stable where He lay,
Long ago on Christmas day.


And today we children sing,
Hailing Him a heav’nly king.
In all hearts, O Christ, we pray,
Be born again each Christmas day!