Text by Richard Rowlands. A tender and gentle reflection from Mary's perspective. SATB a cappella.
Upon my lap my Sovereign sits and leans upon my breast;
Meantime his love maintains my life, And gives, and gives my sense her rest.
Lullaby, my little boy, lullaby, mine only joy.
I grieve that duty doth not work all that my wishing would,
Because I would not be to thee but in the best I should.
Yet as I am and as I may, I must and will be thine.
Though all too little for thyself, Vouchsafing to be mine