Babe of Bethlehem by George E. Tack

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 13, 1911

Babe of Bethlehem

By George E. Tack

GEORGE E. TACK

Dear little Babe of Bethlehem, In Mary’s arms of love, You calmly sleep, ’mid kine and sheep, While wise men bend above.

From princely homes in distant lands They were by angels led, Whose beams afar made Jacob’s star, Which stood o’er thy dear head.

And thou art mine, blest child of hope; For “unto us is born A child” divine, which makes thee mine, And turns my night to morn.

O little Prince of Peace, who came From kingly courts above, To live a life whose holy strife Would win us homes of love,—

We have, alas, no costly gifts To place at thy dear feet; No incense rare to fill the air, And rise in clouds so sweet.

But kneeling at thy holy feet, We hear thy counsels fall Like dews of grace from heavenly place, And bid us flee sin’s thrall.

And gladly, till the Day-star’s beam Gives pledge that night is o’er, We’ll follow on, and greet life’s dawn, And serve thee evermore.

Baltimore, Md.