Once in royal David's city, stood a lowly cattle shed.
Where a mother laid her baby in a manger for His bed.
Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little child.

And our eyes at last shall see Him, through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle is our Lord in Heaven above.
And He leads His children on to the place where He is gone.

For He is our childhood's pattern; Day by day, like us He grew.
He was little, weak and helpless, tears and smiles like us He knew;
And He feeleth for our sadness, and He shareth in our gladness.

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