Sleep Sweet Jesus boy

Who else knows who you are?

Born of travel-wearied Mary

Chosen Son of Joseph, Son of the Holy Star!

Son of the brightest Heaven’s Light

The Good Tidings song of Angels

Tells frightened Shepherds deep in night

Who you are, by far, The Greatest Gift of all

True Light of True Light.

God’s goodwill move of a baby born,

Jesus suckles unaware, answers

To humanity’s self-chosen scorn, Fall

Only one Way of redemption, Destiny’s painful call.

You did not have to come

Sweet Child, Heaven’s treasured Son, yet

You came with a purpose for Your life

To incarnate Love, yet engendered darkness strife.

It was Your Love that drew you,

and not just our dire need.

A new way to give us propelled you

Love, born within anew.

We had to have Your Real, Lord

To break the evil one’s hold

Of soul and guilt’s possession masquerade,

Which chained us beyond hope.

Yet it is exactly This Hope You offer

Your love to make all things new.

A rebirth deep within us

Old sin washed away through you.

You knew exactly what we needed

Sin’s demand for payment, You willingly became.

You canceled, sin’s forever curse by

giving us Your Name… O Christ!

Sweet sweet Jesus babe,

We owe all to You,

Who paid full price, to reconcile us to God

In Love’s innocence brand new!

Merry Christmas! Rian