Within a manger peaceful lies
The little Christ asleep,
While o’er Him mother Mary bends,
Her faithful watch to keep.
Angels are singing up in the sky;
Glory to God most high!
The shepherds kneel around His bed
And gaze with wond’ring eyes
Upon the Babe of Bethlehem,
The Lord of earth and skies.
We cannot see His blessèd face,
As wise men did of old,
But we can give to Him our love,
More precious far than gold.