A Child Is Born in Bethlehem

A Child is born in Beth­le­hem

And joy­ful is Je­ru­sa­lem.

He lies with­in a low­ly stall

The King who reign­eth over all.

The ox and ass be­held that sight

And knew Him for the Lord of Might.

The wise men hast­en to their king

And gold

and myrrh

and in­cense bring.

Sprung from no mor­tal fa­ther

He

Is born of pure vir­gi­ni­ty.

Unwounded by the ser­pent’s tooth

He comes to us a man in sooth.

Like to the flesh man dwell­eth in

But all un­like to man in sin.

That He might bring our mor­tal race

Back to the im­age of His face.

A Child is born in Beth­le­hem

And joy­ful is Je­ru­sa­lem.

Now up­on this

His na­tal day

Bless we our in­fant Lord al­way.