O low­ly, sac­red sta­ble,
Where light di­vine is shed;
O hum­ble lit­tle man­ger,
Where rests that in­fant head.
Teach us thy old, old sto­ry,
How Je­sus Christ was born,
How an­gels sang their car­ols
Upon that Christ­mas morn.

O lit­tle star, out­shin­ing
All worlds in splen­dor bright,
O lit­tle star, re­veal­ing
Where rests in­car­nate light.
Now lead me to my Child King
Encradled here on earth,
The Mak­er, Mon­arch, Sav­ior,
The King of hea­ven­ly birth.

O bless­èd Babe of Ma­ry,
We wor­ship Thee our king.
O De­ity in­car­nate,
To Thee our praise we sing.
Accept our heart’s de­vo­tion,
Receive our hom­age due,
Bestow on us Thy bless­ing,
Create our hearts anew.