1 Gentle Jesus, pure and holy,
Once Thou wert a little child,
Cradled in a manger lowly,
O’er it watched Thy mother mild.
So while Mary, bending o’er Thee,
Waited for the coming morn,
Angels sang the joyous story:
Lo! The Prince of Peace is born!
2 High in Heav’n’s blue deep above Thee,
Rose that bright and morning star;
As the wise men knelt before Thee,
Bringing treasures from afar;
While the happy shepherds following
Where the angels led the way;
At the shrine they knelt adoring,
Where the Babe in beauty lay.
3 Gentle Jesus, pure and holy,
Still the angels lead to Thee;
And the children follow gladly
To the Child of Galilee.
Like the wise men, gifts we bring Thee,
Like the shepherds, we adore,
Like the angels, songs we sing Thee,
Love and praise forever more.