See him lying on a bed of straw: a drafty stable with an open door; Mary cradling the babe she bore - the prince of glory is his name. Star of silver, sweep across the skies, show where Jesus in the manger lies; shepherds, swiftly from your stupor rise to see the savior of the world! Angels, sing again the song you sang, sing the glory of God's gracious plan; sing that Bethle'em's little baby can be salvation to the soul Mine are riches, from your poverty, from your innocence, eternity; mine forgiveness by your death for me, child of sorrow for my joy.