Low in a manger
dear little Stranger,
Jesus, the wonderful Savior was born;
There was none to receive Him,
none to believe Him,
None but the angels were watching that morn.
Dear little Stranger,
slept in a manger,
No downy pillow under His head;
But with the poor
He slumbered secure,
The dear little Babe in His bed.
Angels descending,
over Him bending,
Chanted a tender and silent refrain;
Then a wonderful story
told of His glory,
Unto the shepherds on Bethlehem's plain.
Dear little Stranger,
slept in a manger,
No downy pillow under His head;
But with the poor
He slumbered secure,
The dear little Babe in His bed.
Dear little Stranger,
born in a manger,
Maker and Monarch, and Savior of all;
I will love Thee forever!
Grieve Thee? No, never!
Thou didst for me make Thy bed in a stall.
Dear little Stranger,
slept in a manger,
No downy pillow under His head;
But with the poor
He slumbered secure,
The dear little Babe in His bed.
