That Little Babe in Bethlehem

That lit­tle Babe in Beth­le­hem

Upon its mo­ther’s knee

Created all the migh­ty worlds

Which o’er my head I see.

And this sweet earth I walk up­on

Was made so bright and fair

By Je­sus Christ

the Son of God

Who lies an in­fant there.

How could He leave His home on high

To take that man­ger bed?

The an­gels long to spread their wings

Beneath His sac­red head.

O Je­sus! make my spir­it like

Thine in­fant heart so meek;

And shut my eyes to earth­ly good

While things above I seek.