O Babe! In Manger Lying Lyrics

1. O Babe, in manger lying,
O Child, most fair to see,
The first fruits of the Gentiles
By Star were led to Thee;
We now with joyful worship,
Do haste to Bethl'hem town,
To greet Thee with Thy Mother,
To greet Thee with Thy Mother,
To greet Thee with Thy Mother,
And humbly there fall down.

2. Full sweet the merry chanting,
The angel choirs do make,
With such for marching music,
Who would not travel take?
Though wind be sharp and piercing,
And kindly take away,
And crown the joyful hearted,
And crown the joyful hearted,
And crown the joyful hearted,
And love shall warm us quite.

3. A goodly band we gather,
And some are sick and sad,
While others are right merry,
And sing, they be so glad:
But this dear Child, all sorrow
Will kindly take away,
And crown the joyful hearted,
And crown the joyful hearted,
And crown the joyful hearted,
With bliss that lasts for aye.

4. The Star o'erhead burns brightly,
And we go on apace;
And presently, are spying
A mean and shameful place.
There come, we make low knocking,
The shepherds ope the door,
And straightway Christ our Saviour
And straightway Christ our Saviour
And straightway Christ our Saviour
We worship and adore.

5. Sweet Babe! most condescending,
O by Thy spotless Birth,
Let Light arise in darkness,
And Peace come to the earth:
Rest for the heavy-laden
And joy for those who weep,
In Bethlehem of Jewry,
In Bethlehem of Jewry,
In Bethlehem of Jewry,
Our God doth always keep.