Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Legends Of The Infancy 1. Come forth, ye wond'ring children all, Come forth from wood and wild, And let us sing the days of Christ When He was but a child. When He was but a little Child, As tender as might be, That blessed night pale Mary came From distant Galilee. 2. That night when 'mid the cattle herd, Pure as the snow that falls, The Voice that breathed our Father's love Was hushed among the stalls, It was the dreary winter-tide, And dark the hour He came; But such a brightness round Him burned, The East was all aflame. 3. He made a wonder where He lay: Quickened with love and fear, The barren straw did swell with grin, Ripe in the fruitful ear. All round the shed the frozen bees Went singing, singing sweet; The lowly herd, bowed down with fear, Fell kneeling at His feet. 4. And Mary on her sleeping Son In solemn gladness smiled: Remember! 'twas the sacred time When Christ was but a Child. And yet upon His heaving breast, By troubled visions tossed, Still folded in a mystic sigh His tender arms He crossed. 5. Though Mary Mother loosed the clasp, Her care it was but loss; For still the silent Sleeper's arms Would form that mystic cross. The daylight dawned, and Jesus woke And on His mother smiled; Remember! 'twas the hallowed time, When Christ was but a Child. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #