Beside Thy man­ger here I stand,
Dear Je­sus, Lord and Sav­ior,
A gift of love with­in my hand
To thank Thee for Thy fa­vor.
O take my hum­ble of­fer­ing;
My heart, my soul, yea, ev­ery­thing
Is Thine to keep for­ev­er.

With joy I gaze up­on Thy face;
Thy glo­ry and Thy splen­dor
Are great­er than my heart can praise,
And songs can fit­ly ren­der.
O that my mind might tru­ly be
As bound­less as the deep­est sea—
’Twould still be lost in won­der.

O grant me this abun­dant grace,
And let it be Thy plea­sure
That I may be Thy dwell­ing place,
Dear Sav­ior, sweet­est trea­sure!
O let me be Thy man­ger bed,
Then shall I lift my low­ly head
With joy be­yond all mea­sure.