Nigba kan ni Betlehemu

Nigba kan ni Betlehemu

Ile kekere kan wa

Nib'i'ya kan te mo're si

Lori ibuje eran

Maria n'iya omo na

Jesu Kristi l'omo na

O t'orun wa s'ode aye

On l'Olorun Oluwa

O f'ile eran se ile

'Buje eran fun 'busun

Lodo awon otosi

Ni Jesu gbe li aye

Ni gbogbo igba ewe Re

O ngboran o si mb'ola

O feran Osi nteriba

Fun iya ti ntoju Re!

Oye ki gbogbo' omode

K'o se olugboran be

'Tori on je awose wa

A ma dagba bi awa

O kere ko le da nkan se

A ma sokun bi awa

O si le ba wa daro

O le ba wa yo pelu

A o foju wa ri nikehin

Ni agbara ife re

Nitori omo rere yi

Ni Oluwa wa l'orun

O nto awa omo re

S'ona ibiti On lo

Ki se ni ibuje eran

Nibiti malu njeun

L'awa o ri; sugbon lorun

Lowo otun 'Olorun

'Gba 'won 'mo Re b'irawo

Ba wa n'nu aso la

Once in royal Davids city,

Stood a lowly cattle shed,

Where a mother laid her Baby,

In a manger for His bed:

Mary was that mother mild,

Jesus Christ, her little Child.

He came down to earth from heaven,

Who is God and Lord of all,

And His shelter was a stable,

And His cradle was a stall:

With the poor, and mean, and lowly,

Lived on earth our Saviour holy.

For He is our childhood's pattern;

Day by day, like us, He grew;

He was little, weak, and helpless,

Tears and smiles, like us He knew;

And He cares when we are sad,

And he shares when we are glad.

And our eyes at last shall see Him,

Through His own redeeming love;

For that Child so dear and gentle,

Is our Lord in heaven above:

And He leads His children on,

To the place where He is gone.