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, oppressed, and lowly, lived on earth our Savior holy.
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 by,
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.