Long
long ago in Bethlehem
The Christ child came
With no one but the mother sweet
To warm His little hands and feet
And know His name.
How wonderful to think that He
Was God of all!
No sign of Heaven’s bright estate
To show that He was rich and great
That babe
so small!
Yet thousand angels worshiped Him
On that dark night
To their dear Lord
on reverent knee
Poor shepherds knelt
made wise to see
By heav’nly light.
Still in the long dark winter hours
The Christ child comes;
Have we no place
O children dear?
Must we not wish to keep Him here
In our own homes?
O Christ child sweet
our infant king!
We children pray
Make in our hearts a little place
Where we may keep Thee
by Thy grace
On Christmas Day.
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