Sweet Child Divine

Sweet Child di­vine

of low­ly grace

Thy mo­ther guard is keep­ing;

And an­gels pass with rev­er­ent pace

Where Thou art calm­ly sleep­ing

Where Thou art calm­ly sleep­ing.

O life di­vine­ly shown!

O love made known for all to own!

Sweet Babe

we haste to bring

All praise and serv­ice ho­ly.

All lowly is Thy man­ger throne

Yet Thou art tru­ly reign­ing

Receiving gifts from all Thine own

A lost world’s love re­gain­ing

A lost world’s love re­gain­ing.

So high and low shall meet

In un­ion sweet about Thy feet

Blest Child of heav’n­ly grace

Thy ten­der­ness ador­ing.

O Son of Mary

Son di­vine!

Oh

rest Thee

let her fold Thee

To that full heart

whose life is Thine

Ere rud­er hands shall hold Thee

Ere rud­er hands shall hold Thee.

Swift years are hast­ing by

A cross stands high

and Thou wilt die:

Love

love

al­way for men

O Je­su

Son of Ma­ry!

But now we greet Thee

in­fant King

With of­fer­ings rich and holy;

The trea­sures of our life we bring

O Son of Ma­ry low­ly.

Glad an­gels hov­er nigh

To waft on high their lul­la­by

To waft on high their lul­la­by.

Sweet Babe of Beth­le­hem

And Son of God most ho­ly.