Scripture Verse

She brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped Him in swaddling clothes, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7


Salathiel C. Kirk (1845–1913)

Words: Sa­la­thi­el C. Kirk, 1904.

Music: Grant C. Tul­lar (🔊 pdf nwc).

Grant C. Tullar (1869–1950)


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.


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.


’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!