1 Once in royal David's city
stood a lowly cattle shed,
where a mother laid her baby
in a manger for his bed;
so may we when lie turns hard
find in love our stay and guard.

2 Shepherds came to see this wonder,
and to kneel in holy awe
at that lowly stable manger
where the infant lay on straw;
so may we this happy morn
honor every child that's born.

3 From afar three magi journeyed
to that stable rude and bare,
to pay homage to the infant,
offering gifts both rich and rare;
so may we our gifts bestow,
whether we be high or low.

4 In that happy Christmas spirit,
hear the angels from on high
sing their ancient salutations:
joy's a gift you cannot buy.
So may we, with heart that sings,
share the truth this season brings.