1 Jesus, joy of the highest Heaven,
born as a little baby
under a wondrous star.
Like us, crying, he takes His first breath,
held by His mother, helpless,
close to her beating heart.
Jesus, laid in a lowly manger,
facing a world of dangers;
come to turn me, a stranger, into a child of God.
2 Jesus, King of the highest Heaven,
learning to take His first steps
that He might bring us life.
Like us, knowing our smiles and sorrows,
He showed the way to follow,
a way that is true and right.
Jesus, take away every darkness;
Steady my simple footsteps
that I might, in Your goodness, live as a child of God.
