A Cradle in the Shadow of a Cross, by Dorothy L. Smith

Just a cradle in the shadow of a cross,

Just a cradle in the shadow of a cross,

Little Lord Jesus born in a manger,

Just a cradle in the shadow of a cross.

‘Twas the night that God looked down upon His Son,

‘Twas the night that God looked down upon His Son,

Little Son, Jesus, born in a manger,

‘Twas the night that God looked down upon His Son,

O the Shepherd lads were bending the knee

And how the little lambs were all trying to see

The Passover Lamb born in a manger,

Just to give His life for little sheep like me.

From the cradle to the cross to David’s Throne,

From the cradle to the cross to David’s Throne,

Little King Jesus, born in a manger

Coming back some day to claim me,

He’s coming back someday to claim me,

He’s coming back someday to claim me for His own.