Child in the man­ger, in­fant of Ma­ry,
Outcast and stran­ger, Lord of all,
Child who in­her­its all our trans­gress­ions,
All our de­mer­its on Him fall.

Once the most ho­ly Child of sal­va­tion
Gently and low­ly lived be­low.
Now as our glo­ri­ous migh­ty Re­deem­er,
See Him vic­to­ri­ous o’er each foe.

Prophets fore­told Him, In­fant of won­der;
Angels be­hold Him on His throne.
Worthy our Sav­ior of all our prais­es;
Happy for­ev­er are His own.