While to Bethlehem We Are Going

While to Bethl’hem we are go­ing

Tell me now

to cheer the road

Tell me why this love­ly In­fant

Quitted His di­vine abode.

From that world to bring to this

Peace

which

of all earth­ly bliss­es

Is the bright­est

pur­est bliss.

Wherefore from His throne ex­alt­ed

Came He on this earth to dwell;

All His pomp a hum­ble man­ger

All His court a nar­row cell?

Why did He

the Lord Eter­nal

Mortal pil­grim deign to be;

He who fa­shioned for His glo­ry

Boundless im­mor­tal­ity?

Well

then

let us haste to Beth­l’hem;

Thither let us haste and rest;

For

of all Heav’n’s gifts

the sweet­est

Sure

is peace—the sweet­est

best.