O come, little children, come one and
O come to the manger in Bethlehem's stall,
And see what our father in heaven above
Has sent to all people on earth with his love,
see in the manger so meek and so mild,
O see in the soft light the heavenly Child,
In swaddling clothes folded, his beauty more sweet
Than angels, whose voices his lowly birth greet.
His bed, little children, a manger with hay;
His mother and Joseph in ecstasy pray;
The shepherds in wonder their glad worship bring,
While chorus of angels sweet Glorias sing.