1. Calm is the night, quiet majesties of light, Cool evening breeze and single cry, a mother’s tender lullaby.
No jeweled crown nor fame is found, except in lighted sky And whisper of a Father’s tender murmur of His name, “Jesus.” Morning breaks in quiet sigh and fame. A dark and sleeping world awakes to never be the same.
2. Grace adorns humble cloth on bed of hay. Born is a king in quiet manger without pretence or display.
No jeweled crown nor fame is found, except in lighted sky And whisper of a Father’s tender murmur of His name, “Jesus.” Morning breaks in quiet sigh and fame. A dark and sleeping world awakes to never be the same.