Joseph Barnby - O Babe in manger lying - текст песни (слова)

1. O Babe! in manger lying,
 O child most fair to see,
 The first-fruits of the Gentiles,
 By star were led to thee;
 We now with joyful worship
 Do haste to Bethl'hem town,
 To greet thee with thy Mother
 And humbly there fall down.
 
 2. Full sweet the merry chanting
 The angel choirs do make,
 With such for marching music
 Who would not travel take?
 Though wind be sharp and piercing,
 And snow lie deep tonight,
 Much cheer and good awaits us,
 And love shall warm us quite.
 
 3. A goodly band we gather
 And some are sick and sad,
 While others are right merry,
 And sing, they be so glad:
 But this dear Child, all sorrow
 Will kindly take away,
 And crown the joyful-hearted
 With bliss that lasts for aye.
 
 4. The Star o'erhead burns brightly,
 And we go on apace;
 And presently are spying
 A mean and shameful place.
 There come, we make low knocking,
 The shepherds ope the door,
 And straightway Christ our Saviour,
 We worship and implore.
 
 5. Sweet Babe! most condescending,
 O by thy spotless birth,
 Let light arise in darkness,
 And peace come to the earth;
 Rest for the heavy-laden,
 And joy for those that weep,
 In Bethlehem in Jewry
 Our God doth always keep.