1 In stable lowly
A little child is born
Of Mary holy,
All on the Christmas morn.
Yet nobler is His stall
Than stately palace hall;
His grace proclaims Him wholly
The light of God to all,
In stable lowly.
2 Tho’ I behold Him
In this poor earthly shrine,
Faith may enfold Him,
In radiancy divine.
Tho’ but an infant fair
I know the Christ is there,
As prophets have foretold Him;
E’en in a manger bare
Tho’ I behold Him.
3 No longer sorrow!
For Christ His pow’r doth prove;
Our hearts may borrow
His wondrous, heav’nly love.
Into this world of care
He comes, our life to share;
With Him a radiant morrow
Dawns o’er us from above:
No longer sorrow!