Once in royal Davids 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 should be Kind, 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 feels for all our sadness, And he shares in all 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 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.