1 O happy place that heard the voice
Of angels singing sweet;
That saw the star which sages led
To the Redeemer’s feet.

2 That held the lowly dwelling where
The heav’nly Child was born,
And saw the shepherds worship there
Upon that wondrous morn!

3 Oh may my heart, Lord, through Thy grace,
A little Bethlehem be
Though it should know no other guest,
May there be room for Thee!

4 Its door would open to Thy knock—
Come in, Thou blessèd One!
Abide with me, and dwell in me,
And make me Thine alone.

5 I have no gold, nor frankincense,
Nor fragrant myrrh to bring ;
My love is all I have to give,
Accept the offering!