1 Once in royal David's cit - y

Where a

Ma-ry

moth - er

laid her

Baby

2 He came down to earth from heaven
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,

Stood a

And His cradle was a stall:
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour Holy.

In a

Henry J. Gauntlett, 1849

lowly cat

man - ger for

was that moth-er mild, Jesus Christ her little Child.

6 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.

A-MEN.

4 For He is our childhood's Pattern,
Day by day like us He grew,
He was little, weak and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us He knew:
And He feelęth for our sadness,
And He shareth in our gladness.

3 And, through all His wondrous childhood 5 And our eyes at last shall see Him,

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.

Through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above,
And He leads His children on
To the place where He is gone.

Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1848

Copyright, 1911, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work

2 There's a tumult of joy

O'er the wonderful birth!
For the Virgin's sweet Boy

Is the Lord of the Earth.

King. A - MEN.

Ay! the star rains its fire and the beautiful sing,
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King.

3 In the light of that star
Lie the ages impearled;
And that song from afar
Has swept over the world:

Every hearth is aflame, and the beautiful sing
In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King.

4 We rejoice in the light,

And we echo the song

That comes down through the night
From the heavenly throng;

Ay! we shout to the lovely evangel they bring,
And we greet in His cradle our Saviour and King.

Josiah G. Holland, 1872 (Copyright: Charles Scribner's Sons)

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THE WISE MEN 8.7.8.7.D.

1 Saw you never in the twilight, When, the sun had left the skies,

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Up in

Berthold Tours, 1881

heaven the clear stars shi- ning Through the gloom, like

2 Heard you never of the story,

How they crossed the desert wild, Journeyed on by plain and mountain,

Till they found the Holy Child? How they opened all their treasure,

sil

Kneeling to that infant King; Gave the gold and fragrant incense, Gave the myrrh in offering?

So of old the wise men watch -ing, Saw a little stranger star,

And they knew the King was giv - en, And they followed it from far. A-MEN.

3 Know ye not that lowly Baby

Was the Bright and Morning Star;
He who came to light the Gentiles,
And the darkened isles afar?
And we too may seek His cradle;
There our hearts' best treasures bring;
Love, and faith, and true devotion,
For our Saviour, God, and King.
Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1853