Scripture Verse

She gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped Him in cloths and placed Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7


Words & Mu­sic: Charles H. Ga­bri­el, Lit­tle Branch­es No. 3 (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Mey­er & Bro­thers, 1899), num­ber 47 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Charles H. Gabriel (1856–1932)


Low in a man­ger, dear lit­tle Stran­ger,
Jesus, the won­der­ful Sav­ior, was born.
There was none to re­ceive Him, none to be­lieve Him,
None but the an­gels were watch­ing that morn.


Dear lit­tle Stran­ger, slept in a man­ger,
No dow­ny pil­low un­der His head;
But with the poor He slum­bered se­cure,
The dear lit­tle Babe in His bed.

Angels des­cend­ing, ov­er Him bend­ing,
Chanted a ten­der and si­lent re­frain;
Then a won­der­ful sto­ry told of His gl­ory,
Unto the shep­herds on Beth­le­hem’s plain.


Dear lit­tle Stran­ger, born in a man­ger,
Maker and Mo­narch, and Sav­ior of all;
I will love You for­ev­er! Grieve You? No, ne­ver!
You did for me make Your bed in a stall.