Barn
Jesus i en krybbe lå,
skønt
Himlen var hans eje.
Hans
pude her blev hø og strå,
mørkt
var det om hans leje!
Men
stjernen over huset stod,
og oksen
kyssed barnets fod.
Halleluja!
Halleluja! Barn Jesus!
Hver
sorgfuld sjæl, bliv karsk og glad,
ryst af
din tunge smerte,
et barn
er født i Davids stad
til trøst
for hvert et hjerte.
Til
barnet vil vi stige ind
og blive
børn i sjæl og sind.
Halleluja!
Halleluja! Barn Jesus!
The
Christ child in a manger lay
Though
his was all creation;
His
pillow was but straw and hay
And dark
the crib’s location!
The star
though o’er the house shone bright;
The ox
the child’s foot kissed that night.
Let
hallelujahs sound on high! Christ Jesus!
Be sound
and joyful, soul forlorn,
Shake
off pain’s tribulation,
In
Bethlehem a child is born,
Each
heart’s true consolation;
We to
that child the path will find,
And
children be in soul and mind.
Let
hallelujahs sound on high! Christ Jesus!
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