In a manger low, in cattle shed,
Lo, the King of Heaven lies;
While the twinkling stars are looking down
On the King of earth and skies.
While the angels are singing
A glad and glorious lay,
Telling of the King of kings
Who was born on Christmas Day;
Behold Him lying so lowly
In humble manger bed, and the bright stars
Are softly twinkling over His head.
Over all the world His glory shines,
With a light that naught can dim;
And the rays of love that rise today
Shall bring all the world to Him.
Over all His reign shall be complete,
When the glory of His life
Shall awaken chords of love that end
All the jarring tones of strife.