Gold for a manger bed, Jesus enshrining; straw where he lays his head, softly reclining; so small and still he lies as on his infant eyes high in the darkened skies the stars are shining. King and Creator see, whose hands have wrought us; Saviour and Shepherd he, who loved and sought us; our God in human frame who to a lost world came and on the cross of shame so dearly bought us. Gold for a monarch's state, all things sustaining; High Prince and Potentate, death's dread disdaining; to him the ransomed raise unceasing songs of praise, through everlasting days in glory reigning.