The blind old priest of sacrifice, Lifting to Heaven his sightless eyes, Praised God that unto him was given To hold the Baby new from Heaven, Child - King of earth and Paradise.

To that meek, trembling Mother-Maid, What were the words of woe he said ? O little Sword of God, that went Through her kind heart and innocent; Thus was her mother-love repaid.

The false gods from their place fell down,
And they were broken, one and all,
When there came to the Egyptian town
Mother and Baby fair and small.

in from the desert where long syne
Thou soughtest for me, come speedily,
My walled town, closed to trump of thine,
Opens unto Thy baby cry.

See, the false gods are on their face,

Broken to pieces altogether;

My soul is as a desert place,

Yet come, dear Child from wind and weather.