Jesu, Son Most Sweet and Dear

Jesu, son most sweet and dear,

Mean the bed you lie on here,

And that afflicts me sore,

For your cradle's like a bier,

Ox and ass are with you here,

And I must weep therefore.

Jesu, sweet one, show no wrath.

I have not the poorest cloth

To wrap you in its fold.

Not a rag in which to wrap,

Hold you safe upon my lap,

And shield you from the cold.

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Lyrics submitted by Katherine Willson.