O happy place that heard the voice
Of angels singing sweet;
That saw the star which sages led
To the Redeemer’s feet.
That held the lowly dwelling where
The heav’nly Child was born,
And saw the shepherds worship there
Upon that wondrous morn!
Oh may my heart, Lord, through Thy grace,
A little Bethlehem be
Though it should know no other guest,
May there be room for Thee!
Its door would open to Thy knock—
Come in, Thou blessèd One!
Abide with me, and dwell in me,
And make me Thine alone.
I have no gold, nor frankincense,
Nor fragrant myrrh to bring;
My love is all I have to give,
Accept the offering!