1 O little Babe of Bethlehem,
In yonder lowly place,
The light of heav’n 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.
Refrain:
Sleep, sweetly sleep on Thy pillow of hay,
Wonderful King, this Christmas Day,
Angeles guard Thee from on high,
And sing Thy lullaby.
2 O little Babe of Bethlehem,
Tho’ Thine is manger bed,
The place is holy where Thou art,
And glory crown Thy head.
While one bright star above Thee shines,
Beside Thy couch we fall;
In humble adoration there,
We own thee Lord, of all. [Refrain]
3 O little Babe of Bethlehem,
Redeemer Thou shalt be;
Tho’ none but shepherds hail Thy birth,
The world shall come to Thee.
As heav’nly hosts above Thee sing,
Hosannas that ne’er cease,
So shall all earth Thy praise proclaim,
Thou blessed Prince of Peace. [Refrain]
Source: Progressive Sunday School Songs #182