Dost thou in a manger lie, who has all created
stretching infant hands on high, Savior long awaited
If a monarch, where they state? Where thy court on thee to wait?
Royal purple where? Here no regal pomp we see;
Naught but need and penury. Why thus cradled here?
"For the world a love supreme brought me to this stable;
all creation ot redeem I alone am able.
By this lowly birth of mine, sinner, riches shall be thine,
matchless gifts and free; willingly this yoke I take,
and this sacrifice I make, heaping joys for thee."
Christ we praise with voices bold, laud and honor raising;
For these mercies manifold join the host in praising;
Father glory be to thee for the wondrous charity
of they son our lord. Better withness to thy worth,
purer praise than ours on earth, angels songs afford.