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.