The Bethlehem Babe

The Bethlehem Babe
Once in a manger lowly hundreds of years ago
A little babe so holy came to this world below.
Near was a crowded city, Bethlehem dark and low
Here Joseph sought for pity, chill was the night and cold.

Angels sang out the sweet story, fear not for lo this morn
Jesus the Christ of Glory, a little babe is born.
Joseph and Mary weary, no one would take them in
Slept in a stable dreary, nigh to a crowded inn.
Out on the hillside frightened shepherds beheld the sight
For all the sky was lighted on that December night.
Angels sang out the sweet story, fear not for lo this morn
Jesus the Christ of Glory, a little babe is born.
Far from the east three strangers, led by a star, their way
Kept safely from great danger seeking the Christ they say.
Came to the manger lowly, bringing their gifts of love.
Worshipped the babe so holy, gift of the world above
Glory to God in the highest. Peace and good will to men.
Glory to God in the highest. Ever amen, amen. Ever amen, amen