We'll
speak very softly, and lower our voices,
Before
the sweet saviour, in whom heaven rejoices.
O, my
beloved, could I but hold thee,
how
great my joy, how great my joy,
how
great thy blessing falling upon me!
My belov-ed,
my heart's one delight,
my
dear baby Jesus, how are you?
From
the cold I see you shivering, and it
grieves me through and through:
From
the cold I see you shivering, and it grieves me through and through
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