O lit­tle Babe of Beth­le­hem,
In yon­der low­ly place;
The light of Hea­ven so won­der­ful,
Is shin­ing from Thy face.
Altho’ no crown adorns Thy brow,
Yet would we trib­ute bring;
Altho’ no roy­al robes are there,
We own Thee as our king.

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Sleep, sweet­ly sleep on Thy pil­low of hay,
Wonderful King, this Christ­mas day;
Angels guard Thee from on high,
And sing Thy lul­la­by.

O lit­tle Babe of Beth­le­hem,
Tho’ Thine is man­ger bed,
The place is ho­ly where Thou art,
And glo­ry crowns Thy head.
While one bright star above Thee shines,
Beside Thy couch we fall;
In hum­ble ado­ra­tion there,
We own Thee Lord of all.

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O lit­tle Babe of Beth­le­hem,
Redeemer Thou shalt be;
Tho’ none but shep­herds hail Thy birth,
The world shall come to Thee.
As hea­ven­ly hosts above Thee sing,
Hosannas that ne’er cease,
So shall all earth Thy praise pro­claim,
Thou bless­èd Prince of Peace.

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