Come to the Manger, in Bethlehem

Come to the man­ger in Beth­le­hem

A sweet Child lies there­in

A ho­ly Child come down to earth

To save the world from sin;

A lit­tle Child with a heart so large

It takes the whole world in.

But the heart of the world is far too small

To take in that lit­tle Child

It sends Him away; there is no room

For His face so sweet and mild;

They would turn Him out if they on­ly could

To the storm so rude and wild.

Come to the man­ger in Beth­le­hem

Never mind the frost and snow

We will think of the Child

and the thought of Him

Shall warm us as we go;

We will kiss His ho­ly hands and feet

And tell Him we love Him so!

And the more the cold world turns Him out

The more we will take Him in

When our hearts are full of the ho­ly Child

They will have no room for sin;

Come to the man­ger of Beth­le­hem

For a sweet Child lies therein!