39    C.M.     J. Hart
“Bethlehem.” Matt. 2. 1, 5, 6; Luke 2. 4-16

1 Come, ye redeemèd of the Lord,
  Your grateful tribute bring;
  And celebrate, with one accord,
  The birthday of our King.

2 Let us with humble hearts repair
  (Faith will point out the road)
  To little Bethlehem, and there
  Adore our infant God.

3 [In swaddling bands the Saviour view!
  Let none his weakness scorn;
  The feeblest heart shall hell subdue,
  Where Jesus Christ is born.]

4 No pomp adorns, no sweets perfume
  The place where Christ is laid;
  A stable serves him for his room,
  A manger is his bed.

5 The crowded inn, like sinners’ hearts,
  (O ignorance extreme!)
  For other guests, of various sorts,
  Had room; but none for him.

6 But see what different thoughts arise
  In our and angels’ breasts;
  To hail his birth they left the skies,
  We lodged him with the beasts!

7 Yet let believers cease their fears,
  Nor envy heavenly powers;
  If sinless innocence be theirs,
  Redemption all is ours.