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 heavenly 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.