Ah! Lord God, the world’s cre­at­or,
King of all, great or small,
Earth’s Re­gen­er­at­or;
Art Thou cra­dled, art Thou cry­ing,
Swathed and bound, on the ground,
In the sta­ble ly­ing?

Love of man hath brought Me hi­ther,
Cords of love, from above,
To ex­alt him thi­ther;
Dead in tres­pass, child, I sought thee;
Gone as­tray, from My way,
Life and par­don brought thee.

Empty be My scrip and cof­fer,
Yet ’tis wealth, plen­ty, health,
I am come to of­fer;
Haste I to en­rich and dress thee;
Born to die, low I lie,
And would glad­ly bless thee.

Therefore thou­sand, thou­sand prais­es
Are Thy due, Babe Je­su,
These my heart up­rais­es;
Angels, mor­tals, furth­est, nigh­est,
Sing in mirth, Peace on earth,
Glory in the high­est.