SATB (with divisi) and organ. In the Mixolydian mode. Lilting, tender, and lush.
The Little Jesus came to town,
The wind blew up, the wind blew down,
Out in the street, the wind was bold.
Now who would house him from the cold?
Then opened wide a stable do,Or,
Fain were the rushes on the flo,Or,
The ox put forth a horned head,
"Come, little Lord, make here thy bed."
Up rose the sheep were folded near,
"Lamb of God, come enter here."
He entered there to rush and reed,
Who was the Lamb of God indeed.
The little Jesus came to town,
With ox and sheep he laid him down,
Peace to the byre, peace to the fold,
For they that housed him from the cold.