He was chosen of Joseph’s royal line, crowned with Mary’s kisses
Strange new King of the manger – lain where shepherds had led their sheep
Sleep, little King, now sleep
And the angels appeared on high, with songs – singing “Glory to God forever!
Blessing, honor, and power: Yours from now, and shall ever, be”
Sleep, little King, now sleep
Men behold Thy light – gold they’ll bring
Wake, O silent night – angels sing
Sleep, little King – sleep, little King, now sleep
Young mother’s lullabies, humbly sung – as sure as babies cry, Christ has come to earth
The only virgin birth
One day all government shall submit – each realm will know His name, yes, and let it ring
For now, she whispers: “Sleep, little King – sleep, little King – now sleep”
How can such a powerless thing wear the banner of a King?
When are men supposed to see all that He is meant to be?
Israel’s hope and reckoning, rendered through His suffering
How can such a powerless thing wear the banner of a King?