Bethlehem Lyrics

1. In that poor stable
How charming Jesus is,
Above all fable
Of kings and palaces!
How high the babe is placed,
So splendidly abased!
Resist, if ye are able,
The lowly beauties shown in that
Poor stable!

2. No more affliction!
'Tis he that bears our bane:
The Son's subjection
Takes back to God our pain;
Divine, he dies for sin,
Our happiness to win,
And shed God's benediction.
Could greatness such as this now
More affliction?

3. Then his high power
Be blazed abroad today!
In childhood's bower
'Tis love brings him to stay.
The foe with whom he fought,
The hell he brought to nought,
Show, even in this hour,
That nothing is more feared than
His high power!