Once in royal David's 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.
And, through all his wondrous childhood,
He would honor and obey,
love and watch the lowly maiden
in whose gentle arms He lay:
Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as he.
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 feeleth for our sadness,
And he shareth in our gladness.
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.
Not in that poor lowly stable,
with the oxen standing round,
we shall see Him; but in heaven,
set at God's right hand on high;
when like stars His children crowned,
all in white shall wait around.
Tune: H. J.Gauntlett / Words: C. F. Alexander
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