Precious is the sto­ry
How the King of glo­ry
Came to earth a low­ly child;
Came a lit­tle stran­ger,
Sleeping in a man­ger,
Simple, pure, and un­de­filed.
Christ our Sav­ior, bless­èd Sav­ior,
Came to earth a low­ly child.

Shepherds watch were keep­ing,
While their flocks were sleep­ing,
In Ju­dea far away,
When an an­gel chor­us
Sang a song so glo­ri­ous
That it ech­oes still to­day;
Sang of Je­sus, bless­èd Je­sus,
Sang of Christ, the low­ly Child.

With a glo­ry beam­ing,
And a ra­di­ance stream­ing,
Shone a lit­tle stran­ger star;
And the wise men dar­ing,
Gold and trea­sures bear­ing,
Journeyed in its light afar;
Came to Je­sus, bless­èd Je­sus,
Came to Christ, the low­ly Child.