When Christ was born in Bethlehem,
Fair peace on earth to bring,
In lowly state of love He came
To be the children�s King.

And round Him, then, a holy band
Of children blest was born,
Fair guardians of His throne to stand
Attendant night and morn.

And unto them this grace was giv�n
A Savior�s name to own,
And die for Him Who out of Heav�n
Had found on earth a throne.

O bless�d babes of Bethlehem,
Who died to save our King,
Ye share the martyrs� diadem,
And in their anthem sing!

Your lips, on earth that never spake,
Now sound th�eternal word;
And in the courts of love ye make
Your children�s voices heard.

Lord Jesus Christ, eternal Child,
Make Thou our childhood Thine;
That we with Thee the meek and mild
May share the love divine.