In a manger far away,
Once the Prince of Glory lay,
But the kings of earth would not
The Sav­ior greet;
But the wise men from afar,
Brought Him frankincense and myrrh,
And the shepherds came
And worshiped at His feet.

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Over there, over there,
In that land so bright and fair,
He will tell us all about it over there;
On that happy, golden strand,
We’ll take Je­sus by His hand,
And He’ll tell us all about it over there.

In the temple, we are told,
He was found when twelve years old,
And the people at His knowledge
Were surprised;
His examples then should be
Followed now by you and me,
Tell the lost that He
Will heed their earnest cries.

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And when He became a man,
Then according to God’s plan,
Was baptized by John in Jordan,
And behold:
Heavens opened from above,
And God’s Spi­rit, like a dove,
Came down, and His Fa­ther’s
Voice was heard, we’re told.

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By the Spi­rit He was led
To the wilderness, ’tis said,
To be tempted, but He overcame with power,
And to Naz’reth then He came,
And the Gos­pel did pro­claim,
Many people turned against
Him from that hour.

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And at last those wicked men,
Full of envy and of sin,
Nailed our blessèd Sav­ior to the cruel tree;
But triumphant from the grave,
He arose with power to save,
And from sin He wants
To set the captive free.