Cradled in a Manger

Verse 1

Cradled in a manger, meanly, Laid the Son of Man His head; Sleeping His first earthly slumber Where the oxen had been fed. Happy were those shepherds listening To the holy angel’s word; Happy they within that stable Worshipping their infant Lord.

Verse 2

Happy all who hear the message Of His coming from above; Happier still who hail His coming, And with praises greet His love. Blessèd Savior, Christ most holy, In a manger Thou didst rest; Canst Thou stoop again, yet lower, And abide within my breast?

Verse 3

Evil things are there before Thee; In the heart, where they have fed, Wilt Thou pitifully enter, Son of Man, and lay Thy head? Enter, then, O Christ most holy; Make a Christmas in my heart; Make a heaven of my manger: It is heaven where Thou art.

Verse 4

And to those who never listened To the message of Thy birth, Who have winter, but no Christmas Bringing them Thy peace on earth, Send to these the joyful tidings; By all people, in each home, Be there heard the Christmas anthem; Praise to God, the Christ has come!