"hay" appears in 20 hymns in our collection, reflecting its spiritual significance in worship.
hay
...Sleep, my Savior, sleep,
On Thy bed of hay,
Angels in the spangled heaven...
Sleep, my Savior, sleep,
On Thy bed of hay,
Angels in the spangled heaven
...Thought by thought we are building for eternity,
Stubble, wood or hay, of stubble, wood, or hay;
Thought by thought we are building for eternity,...
Thought by thought we are building for eternity,
Stubble, wood or hay, of stubble, wood, or hay;
Thought by thought we are building for eternity,
...There a darling baby lay,
Pillowed soft upon the hay;
And the mother sang and smiled,...
There a darling baby lay,
Pillowed soft upon the hay;
And the mother sang and smiled,
...Cradled in a manger,
On the fragrant hay,
Wrapped in peaceful slumber,...
Cradled in a manger,
On the fragrant hay,
Wrapped in peaceful slumber,
...While sheep and hornèd oxen
Were feeding on the hay;
The little doves were cooing,...
While sheep and hornèd oxen
Were feeding on the hay;
The little doves were cooing,
...[or, Once a little baby lay]
Cradled in the fragrant hay,
Long ago on Christmas....
[or, Once a little baby lay]
Cradled in the fragrant hay,
Long ago on Christmas.
...More lovely than angels, this Baby so mild.
Oh, there lies the Christ Child, on hay and on straw;
The shepherds are kneeling before Him with awe....
More lovely than angels, this Baby so mild.
Oh, there lies the Christ Child, on hay and on straw;
The shepherds are kneeling before Him with awe.
...The little Lord Jesus,
Asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing,...
The little Lord Jesus,
Asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing,
...Watched a little sleeping child,
Cradled in a bed of hay,
Long ago on Christmas day....
Watched a little sleeping child,
Cradled in a bed of hay,
Long ago on Christmas day.
...The King from the glory, so wondrous bright!
Is resting all quietly, pillowed on hay,
And gone is earth’s darkness! Behold! ’tis day!...
The King from the glory, so wondrous bright!
Is resting all quietly, pillowed on hay,
And gone is earth’s darkness! Behold! ’tis day!
...Sleep, my little Jesus,
On Thy bed of hay,
While the shepherds homeward...
Sleep, my little Jesus,
On Thy bed of hay,
While the shepherds homeward
...Thy birthday now we greet;
On hay and straw they laid Thee,
In wretched poverty;...
Thy birthday now we greet;
On hay and straw they laid Thee,
In wretched poverty;
...Jesus Christ, our Savior—born upon this day:
Ox and ass surround Your bed of golden hay.
In the humble stable, manger for Your rest—...
Jesus Christ, our Savior—born upon this day:
Ox and ass surround Your bed of golden hay.
In the humble stable, manger for Your rest—
...And He, to whom the sinless legions bow,
Lies cradled, ’midst unconscious beasts on hay:
And, by His homely swaddling-bands girt in,...
And He, to whom the sinless legions bow,
Lies cradled, ’midst unconscious beasts on hay:
And, by His homely swaddling-bands girt in,
...Sweet as the perfume rising
Up from the new-mown hay,
So to the aching spirit,...
Sweet as the perfume rising
Up from the new-mown hay,
So to the aching spirit,
...And shepherds wondered where He lay
Upon His lowly bed of hay,
Under the stars one night....
And shepherds wondered where He lay
Upon His lowly bed of hay,
Under the stars one night.
...Corn and wheat are gathered in,
Fragrance of new-mown hay
Through the wide barn passes—...
Corn and wheat are gathered in,
Fragrance of new-mown hay
Through the wide barn passes—
...Long ago, long ago,
Over a bed of hay,
Angels fair, in the air,...
Long ago, long ago,
Over a bed of hay,
Angels fair, in the air,
...No place for that little stranger
But upon the oxen’s hay;
Now He’s crownèd with a rainbow...
No place for that little stranger
But upon the oxen’s hay;
Now He’s crownèd with a rainbow
...Human form is taking.
On the hay—lo, behold
Virgin’s Son, as foretold,...
Human form is taking.
On the hay—lo, behold
Virgin’s Son, as foretold,
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