Chichester Cathedral
Mary’s thoughts in this section of the poem are a carol based on the infancy narratives in the Gospels.
The shepherds left their keeping sheep,
For joy to see my lamb;
How may I more rejoice to see
Myself to be the dam.
Sing, lullaby, my little boy,
Sing, lullaby, my lives joy.
Three kings their treasures hither brought
Of incense, myrrh, and gold;
The heaven s treasure and the king
That here they might behold.
Sing, lullaby, my little boy,
Sing, lullaby, my lives joy.
One sort an angel did direct,
A star did guide the other,
And all the fairest son to see
That ever had a mother.
Sing, lullaby, my little boy,
Sing, lullaby, my lives joy.
This sight I see, this child I have,
This infant I embrace,
O endless comfort of the earth,
And heaven’s eternal grace.
Sing, lullaby, my little boy,
Sing, lullaby, my lives joy.