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 savior 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 sadness,
and he shares when we are 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 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.