She wrapped Him in cloths and placed Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.@Luke 2:7

Jean Mauburn, Rosetum Exercitiorum Spiritualium et Sacrarum Meditationum, 1494 (Eia mea anima, Bethlehem eamus); translated from Latin to English by Elizabeth R. Charles, 1868.

Mauburn T. Tertius Noble, 1918 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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T. Tertius Noble (1867-1953)

Dost Thou in a manger lie, who hast all created,
Stretching infant hands on high, Savior, long awaited?
If a monarch, where Thy state? Where Thy court on Thee to wait?
Royal purple where? Here no regal pomp we see;
Naught but need and penury; why thus cradled here?

Pitying love for fallen man brought Me down thus low…
For a race deep lost in sin, came I into woe…
By this lowly birth of Mine, sinner riches shall be thine,
Matchless gifts and free; willingly this yoke I take,
And this sacrifice I make, heaping joys for thee.

Fervent praise would I to Thee evermore be raising;
For Thy wondrous love to me Thee be ever praising.
Glory, glory be forever unto that most bounteous Giver,
And that loving Lord! Better witness to Thy worth,
Purer praise than ours on earth, angels’ songs afford.