See him lying on a bed of straw,
A draughty stable with an open door,
Mary cradling the babe she bore,
The Prince of glory is his name.
O, now carry me to Bethlehem,
To see the Lord appear to men;
Just as poor as was the stable then
The Prince of Glory when be came.
Star of silver sweep across the sky,
See where Jesus im the manger lies,
Shepherds swiftly from your stupor rise
To see the Saviour of the world.
Angels sing again the song you sang;
Sing God's glory to the heart of man
Sing at Bethlehem's little baby can
Be salvation to the soul.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI