Alfred Burt
Long years ago on a deep winter night,
High in the heav’ns a star shone bright,
While in a manger a wee Baby lay,
Sweetly asleep on a bed of hay.
High in the heav’ns a star shone bright,
While in a manger a wee Baby lay,
Sweetly asleep on a bed of hay.
Jesus, the Lord was that Baby so small,
Laid down to sleep in a humble stall;
Then came the star and it stood over head,
Shedding its light ’round His little bed.
Dear Baby Jesus, how tiny Thou art,
I’ll make a place for Thee in my heart,
And when the stars in the heavens I see,
Ever and always I’ll think of Thee.
I’ll make a place for Thee in my heart,
And when the stars in the heavens I see,
Ever and always I’ll think of Thee.