On Christ­mas day, far, far away,
A lit­tle ba­by slumb’ring lay;
Starlight was shed up­on His bed,
And round His fair and low­ly head.

The an­gels sang, the blue sky rang,
And all the earth looked bright and young;
’Twas God’s own Son, came down alone
To make our lit­tle souls His own.

Dear Lord above! Teach me Thy love,
Make me Thy gen­tle, spot­less dove;
To find my nest with­in Thy breast,
And there in peace and safe­ty rest.