Sting The Burning Babe song lyrics

As I in hoary winter's night

Stood shivering in the snow,

Surprised I was with sudden heat

Which made my heart to glow;

And lifting up a fearful eye

To view what fire was near,

A pretty babe all burning bright

Did in the air appear;

Who, scorched with excessive heat,

Such floods of tears did shed,

As though His floods should quench His flames,

Which with His tears were bred:

'Alas!' quoth He, 'but newly born

In fiery heats I fry,

Yet none approach to warm their hearts

Or feel my fire but I!

'My faultless breast the furnace is;

The fuel, wounding thorns;

Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke;

The ashes, shames and scorns;

The fuel Justice layeth on,

And Mercy blows the coals,

The metal in this furnace wrought

Are men's defiled souls:

For which, as now on fire I am

To work them to their good,

So will I melt into a bath,

To wash them in my blood.'

With this He vanish'd out of sight

And swiftly shrunk away,

And straight I called unto mind

That it was Christmas Day.