A candle let me be to shine
  before the manger; Let me stay
as a burning sign
  to all who pass along this way…

So that some poor wandering stranger
  may see my light and come,
leave earth’s streets and find a manger
  that is all men’s home.

Then let my wax drip to the floor
  with the love I bring;
Only when I am no more
  will I be everything!

In this cycle of poems, each person, animal, and object at the stable sings for the child.