Oh, little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless. Sleep the silent stars go by. Yet in they dark streets shineth.
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine. O, what a foretaste of glory divine. Heir of salvation, purchase of God. Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood. . This is my story, this is my song.
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!. Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!. Heir of salvation, purchase of God,. Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood..
Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning. Give me oil in my lamp, I pray. Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning. Keep me burning till the break of day.
Jesus wants me for a sunbeam,. To shine for Him each day. In every way try to please Him,. At home, at school, at play.. . A sunbeam, a sunbeam,. Jesus wants me for a sunbeam.
Jesus Loves me, this I know. For the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belongs. They are weak but He is strong. . Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me.
Oh, little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by. . Yet in thy dark streets shine. The everlasting light.