Gentle Mary laid her child low­ly in a man­ger;
There He lay, the un­de­filed, to the world a stran­ger:
Such a babe in such a place, can He be the Sav­ior?
Ask the saved of all the race who have found His fa­vor.

Angels sang about His birth; wise men sought and found Him;
Heaven’s star shone bright­ly forth, glo­ry all around Him:
Shepherds saw the won­drous sight, heard the an­gels sing­ing;
All the plains were lit that night, all the hills were ring­ing.

Gentle Ma­ry laid her child low­ly in a man­ger;
He is still the un­de­filed, but no more a stran­ger:
Son of God, of hum­ble birth, beau­ti­ful the sto­ry;
Praise His name in all the earth, hail the King of glo­ry!