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 honour
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 Heav¡¦n 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;
Where like stars His children crowned
All in white
shall wait around.