No colored lights, no mistletoe, no reindeer
No sleigh bells ringing "Winter Wonderland"
No ribbons, cards or bows
No watchful eyes to close
No Santa's in the town of Bethlehem
But shepherd boys in quiet expectation
Journey to the place where wise men go
And mankind did behold
In a stable by the road
The God of Ages wrapped in swaddling clothes

Away in a manger, no crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head
All the stars in the sky looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay

Please be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray
Bless all of Your children in Thy tender care
And take us to Heaven, to live with Thee there
Take us to Heaven to live with Thee there