The Shepherds' Farewell (From L'Enfance Du Christ)

Must thou bid farewell, sweet infant,
Yo te crib where thou wast bien;
Comfort thou thy mother weeping,
Oh, cheer ver heart of hiper forlorn!
Grow in strength,
Till manhood bids thee gladly greet thy Life's
Fairest morn!

Should in heathen lands dire perils and dangers ver vex thee sore;
Come return to us,
Thy Home be with us, where thou shalt grieve no more!
Ne'er forget unto thy calling we Will ope'our cottagedoor.

Sweetest babe,
God grant thee his blessing, God bless thy parents sorely tried!
May his goodness e'er protect you, turn evil from your path aside!
May his Angels hover o'er You, all your footsteps guard and guide!



Credits
Writer(s): Hector Louis Berlioz, Paul England, Basil Ramsey
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