Grace For Christmas Eve[2]

The Baby born in Bethlehem A sorry shelter had, While we, who gather here to-night Are warm and softly clad.

The Baby born in Bethlehem Was fed on humble fare, And yet our board is richly spread With dainty food and rare.

Our beds are downy-smooth and white, He slumbered in the hay; ’Tis good that we remember this, Each blesséd Christmas Day.

And good that we remember, too, To pay our thanks and praise To Heavenly Love that brought us here And gave this Day of Days.