A cradle stands within the stall
Before it bands of angels fall
This little One
Is God's own Son,
Immanuel.

His eyes, more bright than stars above,
Will shine with light of perfect love,
With gentle look
Our pride rebuke,
Our fears remove.

His hands will toil to help the poor,
The sick and frail to health restore,
And strengthen all
Who on Him call
For evermore.

His eager feet will swiftly fly
Along the straight appointed way,
And follow still
The Father's will
To Calvary.

His tender brow, untouched by care.
Our joys will know, our sorrows share
And for our wrongs
The cruel thorns
Will gladly bear.

His heart will share man's deep distress;
Was ever there such tenderness?
That dares the grave
The lost to save
The least to bless.

O Jesu sweet, of Thee we sing,
Lay at Thy feet our offering:
On bended knee
We worship Thee,
Dear Lord and king.

MK-S