Come to the man­ger in Beth­le­hem,
A sweet Child lies there­in,
A ho­ly Child come down to earth
To save the world from sin;
A lit­tle Child with a heart so large,
It takes the whole world in.

But the heart of the world is far too small
To take in that lit­tle Child,
It sends Him away; there is no room
For His face so sweet and mild;
They would turn Him out if they on­ly could
To the storm so rude and wild.

Come to the man­ger in Beth­le­hem,
Never mind the frost and snow,
We will think of the Child, and the thought of Him
Shall warm us as we go;
We will kiss His ho­ly hands and feet,
And tell Him we love Him so!

And the more the cold world turns Him out,
The more we will take Him in,
When our hearts are full of the ho­ly Child
They will have no room for sin;
Come to the man­ger of Beth­le­hem,
For a sweet Child lies therein!