In yon­der sta­ble gleams a light,
Serenely calm, di­vin­ely fair;
The King hath come to earth to­night,
Behold Him rest­ing low­ly there.

Refrain

The light of Heav­en seems to fold Him
As in a won­drous dress,
In Bethle’m’s man­ger we be­hold Him,
The Lord our right­eous­ness;
The light of Heav­en seems to fold Him
As in a won­drous dress,
In Beth­le’m’s man­ger we be­hold Him,
The Lord our right­eous­ness.

Behold the Lamb of God from Heav’n,
Bow low be­fore His in­fant feet;
The pow­er that res­cues you and me,
Is vest­ed in that Christ-child sweet.

Refrain

Behold the Man of Ga­li­lee,
He rest­ed first in Beth­le’m’s stall;
Upon this bless­èd, bless­èd night,
Come wor­ship Him, your All in All.

Refrain