A child like face through a crown of thorns A child shall lead them a child is born In a Bethlehem stable Mary gave birth in the cradle the hope of the Earth The glory of heaven shone in the light of the star of the King that first Christmas night
Sweet Baby Jesus Child of God, King of Kings Sweet Baby Jesus Let the Christmas bells ring
Now the stable is crumbled to dust The nails they drove through His hands are all rust Born to die, born ? to serve On the Cross between thieves when His work was done And kings and kingdoms have come and they've gone But the Babe in the Bethlehem manger lives on
Sweet Baby Jesus Child of God, King of Kings Sweet Baby Jesus Let the Christmas bells ring
