Bring a torch, Jeannette Isabella,
Bring a torch, it is dark in the stall;
Jesus awaits, good folks of the village,
Run quickly; I hear Mary's soft call.

(Refrain)
Ah! Ah! How radiant the mother,
Ah! Ah! How angelic the Child.

See how sweetly Jesus is sleeping,
Like a rosebud, so pink and so white;
Trend softly as you draw near the manger,
Wake not the Babe, lest He cry all night.

Kneel and adore the infant Christ child,
Whisper low as you gaze with delight;
Angel voices aloft sing his praises
While a star gleams forth clearly and bright.