The Light of Heaven

In yon­der sta­ble gleams a light

Serenely calm

di­vin­ely fair;

The King hath come to earth to­night

Behold Him rest­ing low­ly there.

The light of Heav­en seems to fold Him

As in a won­drous dress

In Bethle’m’s man­ger we be­hold Him

The Lord our right­eous­ness;

The light of Heav­en seems to fold Him

As in a won­drous dress

In Beth­le’m’s man­ger we be­hold Him

The Lord our right­eous­ness.

Behold the Lamb of God from Heav’n

Bow low be­fore His in­fant feet;

The pow­er that res­cues you and me

Is vest­ed in that Christ-child sweet.

Behold the Man of Ga­li­lee

He rest­ed first in Beth­le’m’s stall;

Upon this bless­èd

bless­èd night

Come wor­ship Him

your All in All.