The Babe in the manger, my God;
Weep for thy sins, O heart, and plead
With Mary the mother of God.
May I not come, oh, just to the door,
To see the Babe, my God;
There will I stop and kneel and adore,
And weep for my sins, O God!
But Mary smiles, and rising up,
In her arms the Babe, my God,
She comes to the door and bends her down,