Christmas Carol (To Jesus on His Birthday) lyrics

For this your mother sweated in the cold
For this you bled upon the bitter tree:
A yard of tinsel ribbon bought and sold;
A paper wreath; a day at home for me
The merry bells ring out, the people kneel;
Up goes the man of God before the crowd;
With voice of honey and with eyes of steel
He drones your humble gospel to the proud
Nobody listens. Less than the wind that blows
Are all your words to us you died to save
O Prince of Peace! O Sharon’s dewy Rose!
How mute you lie within your vaulted grave
The stone the angel rolled away with tears
Is back upon your mouth these thousand years