Child Je­sus comes from heav’n­ly height
To save us from sin’s keep­ing;
On man­ger straw, in dark­some night,
The Bless­èd One lies sleep­ing.
The star smiles down, the an­gels greet,
The ox­en kiss the baby’s feet;
Alleluia, al­le­lu­ia,
Child Je­sus, Christ the Lord.

Take cour­age, soul in grief cast down,
Forget the bit­ter deal­ing;
A child is born in Da­vid’s town
To touch all souls with heal­ing.
Then let us go and seek the Child,
Children like Him, meek, un­de­filed.
Alleluia, al­le­lu­ia,
Child Je­sus, Christ the Lord.