O come, little children,
Come one and come all
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.

O see in the manger
So meek and so mild,
O see in the soft light
The heavènly 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