Lyrics

All the Babes on Christmas Born



Through Bethlehem a cold wind swirled
Past shed and stable, shop and inn
By window, doorway, dimly-lit,
And homes bent low ‘neath sorrow’s din
It paused beside a humble place
Where in a manger lay a child.
His father stood in awe, and still
His mother held her heart and smiled

A heavenly light shown kindly down
Piercing through the wind and dust
God, the Creator, blessed His child
With tender mercies, love, and trust
The babe was Jesus, who would teach
Of God’s compassion and his care
Who would live and who would die
For our dear Father’s love to share

On that night, all ‘round the world
Other newborns’ cries were heard
All the babes on Christmas born
God’s own daughters, His own sons
And every child since dawning time
Has been a flower of His Heart
Here to live, to learn, to grow
Side by side and not apart

Through days of toil and joys
Struggles, joys, and fears
God has kept us in His sight
And washed away our tears


With the lessons Jesus shared
Of love, forgiveness, patience, grace
All God’s children, everywhere
Shall someday, surely, see His face
We’ll live and love, we’ll search, we’ll find
Rejoicing, praising, our Great King
One in family, one in heart
And then fly home, safe on His wing