There’s a man­ger-babe in a far off land,
But it holds the world in its in­fant hand;
Just a man­ger-babe in its hum­ble bed,
But a match­less crown is up­on its head.

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O manger-babe, Thy low­ly rest
More roy­al is than prince­ly bed;
Best of earth’s dia­dems would be
Only as dross on Thy king­ly head.

Just a manger-babe, but it is the worth
Of the Fa­ther’s love to the sons of earth;
’Tis a king that sleeps in the low­ly stall,
’Tis the King of kings! ’tis the Lord of all.

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’Tis the man­ger-Babe, ’tis the man­ger-King,
Unto Him all hail! un­to Him we sing;
O the glad and joy­ful ho­san­nas swell,
For the man­ger-King is Im­ma­nu­el!

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