1 O happy place that heard the voice
Of angels singing sweet;
That saw the star which sages led
To the Redeemer’s feet.
2 That held the lowly dwelling where
The heav’nly Child was born,
And saw the shepherds worship there
Upon that wondrous morn!
3 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!
4 Its door would open to Thy knock—
Come in, Thou blessèd One!
Abide with me, and dwell in me,
And make me Thine alone.
5 I have no gold, nor frankincense,
Nor fragrant myrrh to bring ;
My love is all I have to give,
Accept the offering!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11658
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11658||O Happy Place That Heard The Voice||O happy place that heard the voice||DUNDEE||James D. Burns, 1823-1864||CM||Published posthumously in <cite>Memoirs and Select Remains</cite>, 1836|