How quietly, how quietly
The wondrous Gift was given for me.
How sweet and gentle,
How meek and mild;
This precious Gift, this holy Child.
Away in a manger,
No crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus
Lay down His sweet head;
The stars in the sky
Looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay.
Angels sing to God, our King,
Of peace to all on earth.
Morning stars break through the darkness
Proclaiming the holy birth.
How quietly, how quietly
The wondrous Gift was given for me.
How sweet and gentle,
How meek and mild;
This precious Gift, this holy Child.
The cattle are lowing
The baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus,
No crying He makes.
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky,
And stay by my side
Until morning is nigh.
How quietly, how quietly
The little Lord Jesus,
Asleep on the hay.