Text:"Bethlehem"
Author:Hart

39. "Bethlehem"

1 Come, ye redeemed 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.

Text Information
First Line: Come, ye redeemed of the Lord
Title: "Bethlehem"
Author: Hart
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
Topic: The Incarnation of Christ
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