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Jesus and Joseph day after day
Chiselled and planed and hammered away,
In the shop at Nazareth.
Mary, the mother, ground at the mill;
Eight little hungry mouths she must fill,
In the home at Nazareth.
Four little boys for kindling were sent;
Pulling the grasses and flowers they went
o’er the hills at Nazareth.
Grasses and flowers so pretty and gay,
Packed in the oven they smoulder away,
In the yard at Nazareth.
Soon it grows hot, her loaves she can bake;
Bread, and not stones, for dinner they take,
In the home at Nazareth.
“Where is the coin that fell?” With her broom
Mary goes sweeping over the room,
In the home at Nazareth.
“Look, there it is!” She ran in her joy
Telling the news to the man and the boy,
In the shop at Nazareth.
Patching their clothes by the candle’s light,
Mary would sew far into the night,
In the home at Nazareth.
Games in the market what did they play?
Weddings and funerals, that was their way.
Boys and girls at Nazareth.
So He grew up, our Saviour dear,
Sharing the life of all of us here,
In the home at Nazareth.
All that He did, He did for our sake,
Seeking a home for us all to make
In heav’n like that at Nazareth.
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