O Little Babe of Bethlehem

O lit­tle Babe of Beth­le­hem

In yon­der low­ly place;

The light of Heav­en so won­der­ful

Is shin­ing from Thy face.

Altho’ no crown adorns Thy brow

Yet would we trib­ute bring;

Altho’ no roy­al robes are there

We own Thee as our king.

Sleep

sweet­ly sleep on Thy pil­low of hay

Wonderful King

this Christ­mas day;

Angels guard Thee from on high

And sing Thy lul­la­by.

O lit­tle Babe of Beth­le­hem

Tho’ Thine is man­ger bed

The place is ho­ly where Thou art

And glo­ry crowns Thy head.

While one bright star above Thee shines

Beside Thy couch we fall;

In hum­ble ad­or­ation there

We own Thee Lord of all.

O lit­tle Babe of Beth­le­hem

Redeemer Thou shalt be;

Tho’ none but shep­herds hail Thy birth

The world shall come to Thee.

As heav­en­ly hosts above Thee sing

Hosannas that ne’er cease

So shall all earth Thy praise pro­claim

Thou bless­èd Prince of Peace.