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40  Babe of Bethlehem, hear our cry! Thou wert helpless once as we; Hear the loving Litany We, thy children, sing to thee.

By thy poor and lowly lot, By the manger and the grot, By thy little feet and hands, Folded fast in swaddling bands,— Babe of Bethlehem, &c.

By the worship shepherds paid, By the gifts that sages made, Gold and myrrh and incense sweet, Laid in homage at thy feet,— Babe of Bethlehem, &c.

By St. Joseph's thoughts amaz'd, When he first upon thee gaz'd, And his Lord and Maker saw Laid upon a bed of straw,— Babe of Bethlehem, &c.

And oh. more than all the rest, By the joy of Mary's breast When she, kneeling, first ador'd Thee, her child and yet her Lord,— Babe of Bethlehem, &c.

 

the name which thou didst take, Suffering early for our sake; Name ador'd on bended knee, Name of grace and majesty,— 