To us is born a little Child
Of Mary, maiden mother mild,
Yule time a merry season is,
Babe Jesus our delight and bliss.

(Refrain)
O Jesus darling of my heart,
how rich in mercy, Babe Thou art.

Strange sight within a stable old,
Lo! God is born in want and cold,
O selfish world, this Babe, I say,
Doth put thee to the blush today.

Now angels joyful hymns upraise,
And God's own Son with carols praise.
To Bethlehem the shepherds fare,
And firstlings of their flock they bear.