Sweet Child of Bethlehem
The door of my heart, this day,
I open, Lord, to Thee,
Stay, I pray, always with me,
Sweet Child of Bethlehem.
To Thy little manger lead me,
Where flow never-ending blessing,
Where nightingales joyfully singing,
Just Thy beauteous self to see.
My little King, my dearest Lord,
Bless in Thy loving care
The dear ones with whom I share
The joys of this Christmastide.
A. G. A. Sam, Ghana
A. G. A. Sam, Ghana
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Africa Challenge on 01 Dec 1967, p. 10. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation visible in the archived page.