Oh, come, lit­tle child­ren, oh, come, one and all,
To Beth­le­hem’s sta­ble, in Beth­le­hem’s stall.
And see with re­joic­ing this glo­ri­ous sight,
Our Fa­ther in Hea­ven has sent us this night.

Oh, see in the man­ger, in hal­low­èd light
A star throws its beam on this ho­li­est sight.
In clean swad­dling clothes lies the hea­ven­ly Child,
More love­ly than an­gels, this Ba­by so mild.

Oh, there lies the Christ Child, on hay and on straw;
The shep­herds are kneel­ing be­fore Him with awe.
And Ma­ry and Jo­seph smile on Him with love,
While an­gels are sing­ing sweet songs from above.