Long ago, in Beth­le­hem’s man­ger,
Christ was born, the Sav­ior King;
Angel voic­es shout the wel­come,
Hark, the glad ho­san­nas ring.
In the East, a star ap­pear­ing,
Herald of His won­drous birth,
Shed its beams of light and glo­ry,
O’er the sin­ning, sor­row­ing earth;
Shed its beams of light and glo­ry,
O’er the sin­ning, sor­row­ing earth.

By its clear and ra­di­ant shin­ing,
Wise men from the East were led;
Where is He, the Heav’n born Rul­er?
We have seen His star, they said.
Herod’s heart was deep­ly trou­bled,
But the wise men from afar,
Found the lowly Beth­le­hem cra­dle,
Guided by the won­drous star;
Found the lowly Beth­le­hem cradle,
Guided by the won­drous star.

With no shin­ing star to guide me,
I can find my Sav­ior King;
He is near, and He is wait­ing,
Willing gifts a child may bring.
Lord of life and King of glo­ry,
Christ a lit­tle child was born;
Tell again the Christ­mas sto­ry,
Bring Him gifts on Christ­mas morn;
Tell again the Christ­mas sto­ry,
Bring Him gifts on Christ­mas morn.