O Lowly, Sacred Stable

O low­ly

sac­red sta­ble

Where light di­vine is shed;

O hum­ble lit­tle man­ger

Where rests that in­fant head.

Teach us thy old

old sto­ry

How Je­sus Christ was born

How an­gels sang their car­ols

Upon that Christ­mas morn.

O lit­tle star

out­shin­ing

All worlds in splen­dor bright

O lit­tle star

re­veal­ing

Where rests in­car­nate light.

Now lead me to my Child King

Encradled here on earth

The Mak­er

Mon­arch

Sav­ior

The King of heav­en­ly birth.

O bless­èd Babe of Ma­ry

We wor­ship Thee our king.

O De­ity in­car­nate

To Thee our praise we sing.

Accept our heart’s de­vo­tion

Receive our hom­age due

Bestow on us Thy bless­ing

Create our hearts anew.