O Babe, In Manger Lying

1 O Babe! in man­ger ly­ing,
O Child most fair to see,
The first fruits of the Gentiles
By star were led to Thee;
We now with joy­ful wor­ship
Do haste to Beth­l’hem town,
To greet Thee with Thy mo­ther, (3)
And hum­bly there fall down.

2 Full sweet the mer­ry chant­ing,
The an­gel choirs do make,
With such for march­ing music,
Who would not tra­vel take?
Though wind be sharp and pierc­ing,
And snow lie deep to­night,
Much cheer and good awaits us, (3)
And love shall warm us quite.

3 A good­ly band we gather,
And some are sick and sad,
While oth­ers are right mer­ry,
And sing, they be so glad;
But this dear Child, all sor­row
Will kind­ly take away,
And crown the joy­ful-heart­ed, (3)
With bliss that lasts for aye.

4 The star o’er­head burns bright­ly,
And we go on apace;
And pre­sent­ly, are spy­ing,
A mean and shame­ful place;
There come, we make low knock­ing,
The shep­herds ope the door,
And straigh­tway Christ our Sav­ior, (3)
We wor­ship and im­plore.

5 Sweet Babe! most con­des­cend­ing,
O by Thy spot­less birth,
Let light arise in dar­kness,
And peace come to the earth;
Rest for the hea­vy-lad­en,
And joy for those who weep,
In Beth­le­hem of Jew­ry, (3)
Our God doth al­ways keep.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16079

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