Sacred Infant, all divine, What a tender love was Thine, Thus to come from highest bliss Down to such a world as this. — Edward Caswall Copy Share Image
Sacred Infant, all divine, What a tender love was Thine, Thus to come from highest bliss Down to such a world as this. — Edward Caswall Copy Share Image
Days and moments quickly flying, Blend the living with the dead; Soon will you and I be lying Each within our narrow bed. — Edward Caswall Copy Share Image
