The noise-choked soul, in her dismay
May rest her head upon the hay
Sleep in peace in the poor manger
Beside the Babe, free from danger
Her heart beating beside His head
He’ll gladly share His lowly bed

The fretful soul may, like a dove,
Fly far away to join her love
On the mountain, there all alone
Flesh of His flesh, bone of His bone
Once joined to Him, she’ll never roam
And He will build for them a home

The burdened soul may in the road
Lie unmoving, a wooden load
And with love’s crucified embrace
He’ll run for her His ****** race
In His strong arms He will take her
Shoulder her cares, ne’er forsake her