1 My Master was so very poor, A manger was His cradling place; So very rich my Master was, Kings came from far to gain His grace.
2 My Master was so very poor, And with the poor He broke the bread; So very rich my Master was That multitudes by Him were fed.
3 My Master was so very poor, They nailed Him naked to a cross; So very rich my Master was He gave His all and knew no loss.
Amen.Source: The Hymnal #497