No Candle was there and no fire

No candle was there and no fire

In the stable where Jesus was born,

In the stall where our Saviour was laid

Till the rosyred breaking of morn,

For the Christchild and Saviour no light, and never a candle to burn.

But the moon gave a radiance divine,

And the stars an effulgence bright;

And the only sound to be heard

Was the lowing of kine through the night,

And the sighing of wind in the trees, and the flapping of Angels' wings.