A child like face through a crown of thorns
A child shall lead them a child is born
In a Bethlehem stable where Mary gave birth
In the cradle, the hope of the Earth
The glory of heaven shone in from 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 Bethlehem stable is crumbled to dust
The nails they drove through His hands are all rust
Born to die, a carpenters son
On a 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