Текст песни See Him Lying In A Bed Of Straw - The London Fox Singers

See him lying on a bed of straw,
A draughty stable with an open door;
Mary cradling the babe she bore -
The Prince of glory is his name.

O now carry me to Bethlehem,
To see the Lord appear to men,
Just as poor as was the stable then,
The Prince of glory when he came!

Star of silver, sweep across the skies,
Show where Jesus in the manger lies;
Shepherds, swiftly from your stupor rise
To see the Saviour of the world!

O now carry me to Bethlehem,
To see the Lord appear to men,
Just as poor as was the stable then,
The Prince of glory when he came!

Angels, sing the song that you began
Bring God's of the heart of man
Sing that Bethlehem's little baby can
Be salvation to us all

O now carry me to Bethlehem,
To see the Lord appear to men,
Just as poor as was the stable then,
The Prince of glory when he came!

Mine are riches, from your poverty,
From your innocence eternity;
Mine forgiveness by your death for me,
Child of sorrow for my joy.

O now carry me to Bethlehem,
To see the Lord appear to men,
Just as poor as was the stable then,
The Prince of glory when he came!