O Happy Place That Heard the Voice

O hap­py place that heard the voice

Of an­gels sing­ing sweet;

That saw the star which sag­es led

To the Re­deem­er’s feet.

That held the low­ly dwell­ing where

The heav’n­ly Child was born

And saw the shep­herds wor­ship there

Upon that won­drous morn!

Oh may my heart

Lord

through Thy grace

A lit­tle Beth­lehem be

Though it should know no oth­er guest

May there be room for Thee!

Its door would op­en to Thy knock—

Come in

Thou bless­èd One!

Abide with me

and dwell in me

And make me Thine alone.

I have no gold

nor frank­in­cense

Nor frag­rant myrrh to bring;

My love is all I have to give

Accept the of­fer­ing!