Babe Jesus Lay In Mary'S Lap, The Sun Shone In His Hair; And This Was How She Saw, Mayhap, The Crown Already There. For She Sang: "Sleep On, My Little King; Bad Herod Dares Not Come; Before Thee Sleeping, Holy Thing, The Wild Winds Would Be Dumb." "I Kiss Thy Hands, I Kiss Thy Feet, My Child, So Long Desired; Thy Hands Will Never Be Soiled, My Sweet; Thy Feet Will Never Be Tired." "For Thou Art The King Of Men, My Son; Thy Crown I See It Plain! And Men Shall Worship Thee, Every One, And Cry, Glory! Amen!" Babe Jesus He Opened His Eyes Wide-- At Mary Looked Her Lord. Mother Mary Stinted Her Song And Sighed; Babe Jesus Said Never A Word.