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 lowly, poor, and mean, Lived on earth our Saviour then. And, through all His wondrous childhood, He would honor and obey, Love and watch the lowly maiden In whose gentle arms He lay: Christian children all must be Mild, obedient, good as He. Oh, our eyes at last shall see Him, Through His own redeeming love, For that child so dear and gentle Is our God 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DIORAMA PAINTER AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY by KAREN SWENSON TREKKING THE HILLS OF NORTHERN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A CRADLE SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 41 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |