A little Child is born tonight,
And He shall lead His own,
To endless day, to glory bright,
To lands of everlasting light,
And to our Father’s throne.
A little Child is born tonight,
And in the starry sky,
To Him the angels carols bring:
”Good will and peace to men,“ they sing,
”Glory to God on high,
Glory to God on high.“

A little Child is born tonight,
And shepherds haste to see
Their God and King in infant form,
And worship with their true hearts warm,
The Christ on bended knee.
A little Child is born tonight,
And wise men from afar
Follow afresh that wondrous light,
That gloweth in the heav’nly height,
The Savior’s morning star,
The Savior’s morning star.

A little Child is born tonight,
To hearts for long years lone,
To Anna, widow, Simeon, sage
Their Star of childhood, joy of age,
For evermore their own.
A little Child is born tonight,
O come ye, one and all,
And hail in faith, and hope, and love,
The Child Who left his throne above,
To lie in yonder stall,
To lie in yonder stall.