The bells have run, the people sung
They’re ready for the day
Where we remember Jesus birth
His manger in the hay
Remembering the shepherds run
Into the quiet streets
As outside Bethlehem there were
Some loud astonished bleats
The angels sang in chorus great
Projecting through the night
And making all the other’s dim
A star was shining bright
A humbling a ne’er before
The great inverse of place
Is altogether all within
A little Child’s face