To us in Bethlem city was born a little Son;
in him all gentle graces were gatherered into one:
Eia: eia;* were gathered into one.

And all our love and fortune lie in his mighty hands;
our sorrows, joys, and failures he sees and understands:
Eia: eia; he sees and understands.

O Shepherd, ever near us, we’ll go where thou dost lead;
no matter where the pasture, with thee at hand to feed:
Eia: eia; with thee at hand to feed.

No grief shall part us from thee, however sharp the edge;
we’ll serve and do thy bidding–O take our hearts in pledge!
Eia: eia; O take our hearts in pledge!

*”O joy: glad joy!”