Gentle Jesus, Pure and Holy

Gentle Je­sus

pure and ho­ly

Once Thou wert a lit­tle child

Cradled in a man­ger low­ly

O’er it watched Thy mo­ther mild.

So while Ma­ry

bend­ing o’er Thee

Waited for the com­ing morn

Angels sang the joy­ous sto­ry:

Lo! The Prince of Peace is born!

High in Heav’n’s blue deep above Thee

Rose that bright and morn­ing star;

As the wise men knelt be­fore Thee

Bringing trea­sures from afar;

While the hap­py shep­herds fol­low­ing

Where the an­gels led the way;

At the shrine they knelt ad­or­ing

Where the Babe in beau­ty lay.

Gentle Je­sus

pure and ho­ly

Still the an­gels lead to Thee;

And the child­ren fol­low glad­ly

To the Child of Ga­li­lee.

Like the wise men

gifts we bring Thee

Like the shep­herds

we adore

Like the ang­els

songs we sing Thee

Love and praise for­ev­er more.