1 O come, little children, O come, one and all.
O come to the cradle in Bethlehem's stall.
Come look in the manger, there sleeps on the hay,
An infant so lovely, in light bright as day.

2 The hay is his pillow, the manger his bed.
The beasts stand in wonder to gaze on his head.
Yet there, in the stable, so humble and poor,
Come shepherds and wise-men to kneel at his door.

3 O bow with the shepherds on low bended knee,
With hearts full of thanks for the gift which you see.
Come, lift up your voices the child to adore.
Sing joy to the world, love and peace evermore.