The Babe in Bethlem’s Manger

The Babe in Beth­lem’s man­ger laid

In hum­ble form so low

By won­d’ring an­gels is sur­veyed

Thro’ all His scenes of woe.

Nowell

Now­ell—

O sing a Sav­ior’s birth:

All hail His com­ing down to earth

Who rais­es us to Heav’n.

A Sav­ior! sin­ners all around

Sing

shout the won­drous word;

Let ev­ery bo­som hail the sound

A Sav­ior! Christ the Lord.

For not to sit on Da­vid’s throne

With world­ly pomp and joy

He came for sin­ners to atone

And Sa­tan to des­troy.

To preach the word of life di­vine

To give the liv­ing bread

To heal the sick with hand be­nign

And raise to life the dead.

He preached

He suf­fered

bled and died

Uplift ’twixt earth and skies;

In sin­ners’ stead was cru­ci­fied

For sin a sac­ri­fice.

Well may we sing the Sav­ior’s birth

Who need the grace so giv’n

And hail His com­ing down to earth

Who rais­es us to Heav’n.